Mirror is asking me some things,
But even my name is hard to speak.
I see the face of someone young.
Her heart is older than everyone's.
On the right side of the mirror I see
The grown man with who I chose to be with.
He sleeps safe waiting for me.
Between us there is a crater.
It is deep.
Questions arose after the last fight.
For how long will I be here?
A minute or many nights?
All dedication has costing me years.
My mirror does not lie.
Is that what I want to continue to be?
Maybe I will give up.
Maybe I will in.
Then I see my grown man
Opening his eyes, arms, smile and hands.
I forget of who I was
And think only of who I am.
I ignore the mirror again.
I realized that it is normal.
Everybody has changed.
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Dedication
Poetry"Dedication" poem is a touching and breathtaking writing. It makes us remember of feelings we have. Some of these feelings are loved, but there are some that we hate.
