I saw an image in the mirror,
Of a girl with dark, curly hair
And as I stared,
I wondered what she was doing there.
Her eyes were beady and droopy,
Her face long and hard
It was as if no one had noticed,
She’d been there all along.
I lost myself in her stare,
Unable to keep my eyes from her tears
Who was this girl in the mirror,
Silent all these years?
I dared not to speak to her,
Or to wipe away her tears
She had some silent stillness to her,
Formed by her crystal tears.
Clouds formed in the mirror,
Creating a thick film of mist
I caught only anger in her eyes,
And a hard, clenched fist.
The clouds were like a dust storm,
Enveloping her in their veil
I tried to not lose her,
But there was nothing left to trail.
I saw an image in the mirror,
Of a girl with dark, curly hair
And as I stared,
I realized it was me in there.
(Summer 2009)
As I read this I can't tell u how many times I've felt like this...I swear this is me...good writing I loved it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is wonderfully written.