Broken Mirror

Lauren

I had a broken mirror once,

it told me what to wear

and if I dared defy it's power,

it said things I couldn't bear. 

 

I had a broken mirror once,

it told me what to eat -

that cracker, there, is just enough

to feel lighter on your feet. 

 

My broken mirror followed me

past car windows, to the shops.

It told me I should hide away,

but that at some point this would stop. 

 

My broken mirror made me think

that it cared about my health -

this is for your own good, it said,

but keep it to yourself.

 

My broken mirror gave me reasons

that I should stay in bed,

and I used its shards to feel some pain

for on the inside I felt dead. 

 

But my broken mirror lied to me

when it told me I was bad. 

The glass, as dirty as it was,

stopped me seeing what I had. 

 

My mirror isn't broken now, 

I fixed it, all alone

and though it took some parts of me

they're slowly coming home. 

 

My mirror is feeling better now,

I've got my mirror back. 

So, now even when I wear THOSE jeans

it never calls me fat. 

 

My new mirror doesn't talk to me,

doesn't tell me what to do. 

Although it sometimes nods when I walk past

as though it likes the view. 

  • Author: Lauren (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 19th, 2015 09:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: I\\\'m really not sure about this one - mainly because it rhymes (and I never write rhyming stuff) and also because I don\\\'t know if it actually gets across what I\\\'m trying to say. Once again this is based on a personal experience - this time of having body image issues for a long time and slowly beginning to like who I am - I wanted to end on a positive note but I think it might be a bit oversimplified. Anyhow, if anyone can relate/likes it/has ideas on how to make it better please comment. And once again, be gentle with me! :)
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Comments2

  • Yorke

    I get what you mean about rhyme, but as a purely therapeutic write, this is excellent! Full of humanity!
    It could of course be rewritten, all poetry could, but this is your msg .

  • chefeyman

    I really enjoyed the metaphor. We see mirrors everywhere. You've made me think, and that itself is a gift. Thank you.



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