Painting by Norman Rockwell

Hello Jane Doe,

I think that it has been a while
since I have seen this face.
Downcast in a shadowed fall
and previous disgrace.
And monster claws raked across one eye
where Jane, you must once have wept,
and darkenings upon soft pale skin
from the times you haven’t slept.

A pure white dress might fool yourself
for a moment, no, no more.
Perhaps you were once innocent,
naïve, perhaps, before.
And yet, now ghosted,
phantom haunt, of what might not have been
had nothing destroyed that ‘lone of yours,
had you not proceed to sin.

To mistakes, unto the day
that might not have taken toll,
should you, Jane Doe, because you aren’t me,
had not lost that tapered soul.

This poem has a bit more symbolism than the last. Basically, it’s talking about a girl looking into the mirror. Who she sees staring back at her is an unkown stranger. She has become a haggard, frightening woman, a ghost of who she used to be. Because of the guilt from all of her transgressions, she refuses to believe that this woman is her. She longs to be innocent again, the way she was when she was a child, but somewhere deep down she knows she can never turn back time.

I hope you enjoyed, and have a wonderful day!