Wanderings: Life And Poetry

Mirror

I can still see your wretched soul staring;
like a lost child praying on faithless ground.
The desperate face of a woman looking;
with a senseless hope, mournful to be found.

Touch me again and you'll witness the inner reflection...
of a lonely ghost caged inside this shattered glass.
Inside these walls lies a hidden selection...
of a beauty that would evermore lasts.

Bitter is when your bare skin runs through insecurity.
A parchment of a sane mind, dying to be loved.
The desire for a thinner figure is a man-made impurity...
of men whose minds have been brutally drugged.

Scream all your deepest fears inside of me.
Build the walls too high to ever cross.
Tell this mirror the wonderment of being free;
pour out each emotion of love and loss.

For my sightless eyes would look
with sense of truth written all over this glass.
Your insecurities are written in a book
with divided words, longing to get pass.

I know what your eyes tell,
much more with tears pouring down.
I know your thoughts, all too well;
longer than the ends of your fading gowns.

Embrace me along the insides of your flesh;
trace your reflection back to me.
Put the sunlight on this glass I possess;
for this broken mirror would let you be.