Mirror, Mirror

There are only a few times I have seen you smile.

More often I see you run in sobbing, eyes streaked with red.

I am empty silver, born and bred.

You are alive, so alive the world spins when you look at me.

Laughing, crying, and laughing again-I reflect it all.

The moon to your golden sun.

And yet it is you who always turns to me.

Mirror, mirror, what do you see?

Asking me as if I could fix the brokenness, the hopelessness

I show in your eyes.

Mirror, mirror, am I the fairest of all?

You are fair, rest assured, dear.

I only show you the truth.

A mirror cannot lie.

And yet it is I who ends up as glass shards

Fallen in pieces on the stone floor.

Mirror, mirror, why have you gone?

Crystal tears coursing down your cheeks

As you gaze in cold sorrow at my shattered self.

I ask of you-why did you break me? Hurt me for lies?

I showed you the truth.

I am only a mirror.

Reviews

[Rob Santana]

This is great! I hate looking in the mirror cuz for me, I see suffering and pain. I see hate and anger. Reflections can be reminders of misery. At least for me.

[Aziz Luther]

It's poems like this that make me question the reflection I see both literally and metaphorically. But its a well written poem with a simple yet complex subject that is a mirror. Poetry like this reminds me why I should keep writing poetry

[disheveledApathy]

Thank you so much for the great review and for putting up with my ramblings :D