Mirror, Mirror

I was inspired by somthing that someone I love wrote recently....

Cracked and faded

Reflection jaded

It’s what they gave me

And who will save me

 

Through the years

person to place

Place to person

Gathered tears

Marked my face

 

There were brief joys

Moments of passion

I hid my true face

With every fashion

 

Beauty they said

Just to own me

Just to hold me

My heart was fed

From empty bowls

Dark stained souls

 

Time has passed

Now I’ve returned

To my true home

By myself

Alone

To cast my gaze

Upon the surface

Of my old mirror

I wipe the glass

And on it burned

My real reflection

Needs no correction

It’s me I see

My heart is free

 

Reviews

[JelliFyshKissUs]

Your rhythm was so much fun, but your story was a solemn truth. So many of us hide behind masks pretending to be what others want us to be, and we restrict our souls, our inner spirit and glow doing so. It isn't until we retrace our steps and remember where we came from and embrace what made us that we free the beauty that sets us apart from all others and finally gives us peace of mind. A wonderful reminder of something so important.

[Dream Weaver]

I enjoyed the rhyming scheme, absolutely perfect!
and the profound depth of this piece was flawless!