Who's that crying in the mirror,
the rain comes down I shed a tear.
I see myself and it's now clear
I shouldn't believe all that I hear.
My image no longer makes me cry,
I have the courage to say goodbye.
I know myself and I won't lie,
in my heart love makes me sigh.
My tears have dried and there I stand
wanting somebody to hold my hand.
Beyond the mirror a place to hide
where broken hearts are felt inside.
There is true happiness that I find
once I leave that love behind.
The broken mirror lies on the ground
what I've lost has now been found.
A contest entry
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Comments
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this is really good. it had a good rhythm to it. i really like your last two lines the best. and i love how the mirror was the focus point of the poem. or, at least, that is what i got out of it. there are a lot of different meanings for the mirror, but i think i got what you mean... broken mirror, broken heart/soul. good job!
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The mirror can be our own worst enemy, but if we see through it to shape us into what we should be is worthy it. Excellent. Blessings.
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