I look into the mirror’s face,
A window to a gentler place.
A dreamland where I’d been left untouched,
By sorrow’s hold and time’s disgrace.
I like the girl I see,
She looks and sounds like
She could actually be me.
She smiles a smile as free as could be.
And my heart hurts for her.
But in me I see the bone,
Of which only ashes remain now.
Little cracks that turn into fractures,
Silent stories no one has ever known.
Watch my shattered edges glisten,
As all your curses ricochet.
Fragments that shine unbidden,
Yet never fade away.
Deep down lies an epiphany,
That though broken, I am still enough.
To bear the weight unflinchingly,
And let my fractures sing of love.
- Ria <3
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I love the use of a mirror as a gentle dreamland. This poem in its dichotomy of that dreamland and reality builds the essence of the poem to me. Reflections in reality and mentally become the epiphany. A most lovely write and a fave
Thank you! That was the contrast I was hoping to capture, so it makes me really happy that it resonated. Thank you for the fave!
You are most welcome
Nicely written.
Thanks a lot!
A beautiful poem Ria, and I especially like that final line
And let my fractures sing of love, most meaningful.
Thank you so much! Your praise means a lot to me!
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