~ Original Poetry ~
looking in the mirror, confused at what I see
A woman so familiar staring back at me.
I step a little closer just to check and see
is she really there ? or is it only me?
Through the eyes of someone else it's possible to see
what it takes to see myself looking back at me.
I grasp the thought and hold it tight
in hope that I can flee from the image in the mirror right in front of me.
Now do I have the courage to tell me what I see?
Assuming that the image in the mirror's really me.
For this is what I saw in the mirror through your eyes.
A woman hardened by this life of broken dreams and lies.
She stands before her image with an elegance of grace.
Knowing that the day will come that she will leave this place.
No stranger to this life of sorrow paved with strife and loss.
Holding back the salted tears of pain that's been her cost.
Looking in the mirror as her youthful image fades.
She takes it all in stride knowing the price that wisdom pays.
Fear not dear child can't you see , for your words are legacy
In This Original Poetry
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