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Mirror
She’s observing me.
Bloated, sea-green eyes
Freckled with brownish bits.
Still pretty…
But.
There is more.
Cutting through her face
Are deep-set crevices
Bittered by the rigour
Of many lackluster years.
She’s attentive to the person looking back
Who’s undergoing a reckoning
Filing through
A flurry of anguish
At the lies she must believe
In order to rise from bed
Each day.
Bloated, sea-green eyes
Freckled with brownish bits.
Still pretty…
But.
There is more.
Cutting through her face
Are deep-set crevices
Bittered by the rigour
Of many lackluster years.
She’s attentive to the person looking back
Who’s undergoing a reckoning
Filing through
A flurry of anguish
At the lies she must believe
In order to rise from bed
Each day.
Published 4th Dec 2020
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4th Dec 2020 5:26pm
Wow, PT. A very apt reflection for many people, particularly throughout this holiday season. I could literally feel the emotion in this.
21st Sep 2022 2:31pm
I know a few people who consider a mirror their enemy.
We are often hardest on ourselves. I don't think i'm going on a limb here, but I think there are a lot of folks who see outer and inner beauty when they gaze upon you.
Hope you like what you see, one of the fairest of them all.
We are often hardest on ourselves. I don't think i'm going on a limb here, but I think there are a lot of folks who see outer and inner beauty when they gaze upon you.
Hope you like what you see, one of the fairest of them all.
