The Mirror's Lies
In the hush of morning's light,
I stand before the glass,
A stranger in the frame,
With hopes and dreams amassed.
The mirror holds my gaze,
Yet reflects a fractured face,
A canvas smudged with doubt,
A portrait void of grace.
I search for beauty's spark,
Yet shadows blur the line,
What once felt bright and warm
Now seems a bitter sign.
Each curve, each line, each flaw,
Is magnified, distorted,
A voice that sneers and mocks,
With every word, it's thwarted.
"Not good enough," it whispers,
"Too broken, too afraid,
The laughter that once rang out,
Now silence, cold and staid."
I try to smile, to mask the pain,
But the reflection does not shift,
A hollow laugh, a silent scream,
In this cruel, unyielding rift.
Yet deep within, a flicker glows,
A pulse beneath the skin,
A voice that fights against the lies,
A truth that dares begin.
For mirrors cannot capture
The spirit's vibrant core,
The heart that beats with tenacity,
And longs to be restored.
I turn away from judgment,
From the glass that warps my view,
And seek the light that whispers,
"Remember who you knew."
For in the depths of struggle,
Beyond the pain and strife,
There lies a truth unshaken,
The beauty of my life.
So I'll paint a truer picture,
With colors bold and bright,
A masterpiece of resilience,
Emerging from the night.
And though the mirror may deceive,
I'll learn to trust my heart,
For in the depths of darkness,
A new beginning starts.
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Whispers of the Soul
شِعرIn "Whispers of the Soul," the poet invites readers on an intimate journey through the intricacies of human emotion and experience. This collection captures the delicate balance of joy and sorrow, love and loss, solitude and connection. Each poem se...
