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The Broken Mirror
A gift it was, that I got without asking
A mirror, so simple, yet so beautifully striking
With a look of awe, I stared at it
I didn't think I was worth it, no not a bit.
Reflected in it, was my beauty that I'd never found
My infinte abilities that soared above the ground
It taught me how to learn from my flaws
To become a genius like everyone else was
And then the mirror slipped, all of a sudden
It simply broke and I couldn't stop it happen
In horror, I saw myself still in it
Saw my carelessness reflected in every broken bit.
All around me grim sadness creeped in
All that remained in the mirror was the ghost of my last grin
I picked up the pieces and tried to put it back again
But it cut my finger as if to show me its pain.
I fixed it struggling as hard as I could possibly
But now it only showed me the acts I had done foolishly
I saw all my efforts to repair it, go in vain
As I realised, a broken mirror can never be the same again!!!
3 comments:
Pri i gotta say with your poems you capture emotions like no other person, can i mean seriously ya, i could feel the pain, abt how one would feel when something like this would happens, there is so much depth i mean so much depth and emotions in the poem ya, its so very powerful really, loved it i mean loved it :)
take care and keep writing.....
how fascinating!
Broken Mirrors has been one of the leitmotifs of my poetry - both the early and late ones. Good one, this! :)
hey nice work..........
when is your next installment is coming..........
keep writing........../
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