When My Mirror Speaks To Me Poem by MandyLynn Mott

When my mirror speaks to me....

I don't see my present self in this reflection,
Although, I dream to see a better me.
All I see are my dreams played out in action
Of a brighter future of my destiny.

Surrealism, time lapsed into eternity
The ache inside churns up a limitless stream
of a mirrored image which belies this glassless eyes
When love becomes a hope extreme

I still don't see my present self in this reflection,
Through the endless windows of my soul
All I see are scenes of an older me in motion
Until one day, I will be this me unknown