I look into the mirror, my reflection I do not see
The cracks create distortions of...a girl that isn’t me
I live inside a world that is littered with debris
While hanging in the balance...of hope and misery
Written by: Heidi (Galaxy Echo)
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4 comments:
veryyyyy nice poem
At least you can't say I am lacking emotion and creativity! That is what my writing is all about :)
GE:
Nice poem.
Not to make you dread getting older, but when those cracks in the mirror become lines in your face, and you pretty much KNOW how they all got there...THAT will make you pause and think...about a LOT of things.
Keep writing...you have a unique ability to convey a myriad of human facets.
:)
I remember leaving a comment, but it's disappeared into the ether... ah well, it was just a wisp.
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