Breaking The Cycle

“This time will be different” she mutters,
Pacing back and forth in the dim
“I am not a reflection of him”
Glancing at the mirror, she utters.
Never learnt how to dust off a fall
Fury dancing beneath her skin
Excuses ready for every sin
She is her father’s daughter after all
But this is the second act,
She has clothes to fold and errands to run
Her future is no longer abstract,
parting the curtains, she lets in the sun
The only way forward, is through
She had relationships to mend
It wouldn’t be easy, she knew
She would learn to be her own friend
Apologies now follow her anger
not excuses, an explanation
She falls, yes, but gets up after
not a reflection; she’s a reinvention.