mirrors

Thanks Traci for reading this over for me


mirrors

i know a girl who is followed by mirrors
when she looks she sees just her reflection
her freckles, her figure, her failures, her fears
in her world she sees just imperfections

am i cool?
or just a fool?
am i pretty?
or worthy of pity?

am i thin enough?
do i win enough?
do i say too much?
do i weigh too much?

STOP

these mirrors trap me every day
to my life, what is the cost
i never planned to be this way
now in my darkness i’m lost

look out at the world around you
let the light stream into your face
you must build a window or two
only then will we find our place

Your poem is very deep in meaning. Loved the mirror as a point of self seeing. Like seeing the superficial things on the outside and not looking for the beauty on the inside, the soul. I feel the pain and happiness in your words. The want she searches for but can't until that one day she does find her special place in this world. Great job!

P.S. You're quite welcome, Allie.

thanks Traci