Distorted Image Poem by Anya Garcia
Distorted Image
Beauty's in the eye of the beholder
but, what if those eyes can't see?
The beauty in the reflection
staring back at me.
Irises so black as night
Can they learn to see
the light?
When open they can only see
the broken heart inside of me.
Beauty's in the eye of the beholder
but, what if there is nothing
to behold
but, another sad story
just waiting to be told.
(09/20/2009)
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4/23/2024 7:37:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sadness is sometime the birthplace for glaness and brokenness reproduces wholeness. Keep looking in the mirror of you heart until the beauty of youself reflect in your heart and eyes. Thanks for sharing!