Broken Mirror

Cracked reflection

Stares me down,

Lines of worry

Are across my brow,

When did a mirror

Ever show any beauty?

 

A face aged with time,

Shows a life more than mine.

A story is written amoung those old lines

The beauty of the old

is not in the perfection

but the imperfection.

 

Imperfection shows

a life full of love, hate and pain.

But it is worth while

If it means we live.

 

When looking into a broken mirror,

what spits back is life.

No matter the imperfection

its all about the reflection.

Showing that we still live.

Reviews

[LucifersWarrior]

Excellent! This is a beautiful poem

[TJ]

Very well written.

[+Naomi+]

Beautiful....It wows me so much to the point of where that's the only word I can use to explain this! Two thumbs up!

--Naomi :]