nothing else but my heart's desire [COLLECTION] | FINISHED

Reflecting - ORIGINAL POEM

Always reflecting, as any mirror does,
Absent I am, without another present,
Merely to perceive their wants and desires,
No matter prepared or hesitant,
Waiting for the world, as it passes me by,
Always in flat tires, as I run out of steam,
Stay stationary, as the hours creep by,
Waiting for magic to appear, whatever it means,
I look inwardly and see my mother,
Critical yet sad, quiet anger masking sorrow,
As she lashes out, it heals her as the mirrir cracks,
As I fall asleep in tears, for another day of pain tomorrow,
Only to endure further, as I still see her now,
And my father, he cared so little for the damage done,
For he was careless with fragile things,
Be it glasses, mirrors, hearts, minds or silver rings,
As two broken people made a broken person,
And their hearts were torn in two,
I still see their critical eye and hear their voices,
A constant rage, as a lion tears its prey in half, as lions do,
So I learn to break the mirror instead,
And look to the world with my own eyes,
Though the absence of reflection troubles me,
For its all I've known my whole life.