And as she called it love
and put him on his very own pedestal
I watched in silence
she was beautiful
yet her soul seemed empty
her eye's dark, as the depth of the deepest sea
the sad thing was
she could never see it for herself
blinded by her need not to acknowledge
glancing in the dark broken mirror
was something forbidden
brushed off
as if it were dust from a book shelf
reading, she loved to read
yet, she left her books upon those shelves of dust
and all he did
was remind her she was worth naught
until one day
she found courage to stand up for herself
the pedal stool taken back
those shelves now open books of her favorite poets
men who actually taught her something
be it vulgarity or dark, and of course, love
she now believed
and each morning
she dusted those beautiful books
with eyes that shone
the thing most extraordinary to me?
she never ever spoke with anger
of those dark yet memorable moments
she simply said
I wouldn't be me without them
and I?
well, I silently admire her beauty
from her reflection
In the now, unbroken mirror.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: another life.
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet, L. B. Mek
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Comments5
Ahh, a poem about KP. Remember I married her one Halloween?! lol.
lol you and KP. thank you orchi.
Lovely and interesting writing teddy 🙂 sad tho .. some people struggle to accept themselves .. and some people try to make us feel unworthy and yes we should definately stand up for ourselves if we can
Nice to see you back on here
I havnt been posting that much recently but I may every now and then
hello dear rose, yes its sad that others bring us down so much that we forget who we are. lovely to see you too. hugs to you.
Only those who see without blinders can see the beauty reflected in their own mirror. Well penned Teddy. 👍
Thank you dear A.P well said. 🤗
Brilliant!
(oh how I missed your poetry
most cherished Poetess)
thank you!
And how I've missed yours 🤗 thank you so much dear Mek. Happy Friday
A reflection? A splendid story told in such entrancing form. It seems to begin as a fairytale and becomes archetypal. We all need that mirror or maybe we have it and just don't see being blind. A wonderful write.
Thank you dearest sorrenbarret so very kind of you to find this, it was my personal experience of first love, it wasn't as I thought love should have been, but in the end I certainly grew as a young lady and indeed who I am today. 🌹
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