I pass the mirror but do not see
the shattered image that looks at me
Bits and pieces of shattered glass
are inside of me when I pass
There is not need to cast a glance
I do not need to take that chance
For all of the breaks are deep inside
I need no mask to try and hide.
The cuts and bruises I survive
happen while I am alive
blood like tears falls like rain
I stifle cries to hide my pain
The mirror shows not the shards
or the tiny, sharp discards.
It shows only beauty and a smile
not the inner me that's so hostile.
Not what I daily do survive
when I am shattered while alive.
A contest entry
- Cool Prompt! Come check it out! by Paloszoo.
475 points, ended October 25, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I love the twist at the end of this poem. Excellent!! Thanks so much for entering my contest. I’m honored to have you show your work here.
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I absolutely am in awe of this. I can relate to this poem a lot. Thank you. Best of Luck.
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amazing
Beautiful write, touches the soul. Who has not been "shattered while alive" my dear friend?
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This was written very well and I enjoyed this read! I know alot of people can relate to this. Good luck in the contest
The cuts and bruises I survive
happen while I am alive
blood like tears falls like rain
I stifle cries to hide my pain
The mirror shows not the shards
or the tiny, sharp discards.
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thank you for reading and for the generous comment.
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Nevermind. Was thinking it was a different contest. Sorry. Blonde moment.
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What prompt is this?
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