What do you see when you look in the mirror?
Do you see something good, something bad, or do you see nothing at all?
Do you see someone young or someone old?
Do you see a beautiful flower, or a hideous beast?
We all see what we wish to see, inside the mirror.
I see the body of a young women, barely starting to live.
The women learns, she works, she loves
It is only in the eyes that anyone could see the truth
The pain, the hurt, the wrong doings in her past
That is what in the mirror.
I see the body of a child, full of joy.
Before all the pain came
The child loves everyone, she only wishes to make others smile
The child starts to fade to black, the cruelness of others engulfing her
That is what I see in the mirror.
I see the body of a women in her prime
Finally truly starting to live in her life
The women works for those she loves, doing what she loves
The pain is still there, but it doesn't matter anymore.
That is what I see in the mirror
I see the body of an old women, death at the door.
Her life is done, but the memories stay
The women looks back, thinking of all that has gone
The women remembers, the pain is gone, the happiness has stayed.
This is what I hope to see in the mirror.
YOU ARE READING
In the mirror
شِعرthis is a little odd for me, I prefer writing stories for people to enjoy. really this is just my thoughts. but I thought people might enjoy it, its not big or long, but I think it's pretty. enjoy
