Looking In The Mirror by beachzz

Writers • Atmosphere/Mood • posted on Oct 26, 2008

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Looking In The Mirror She looks at who she is And always sees The same face The same woman But lately that woman Doesn’t look the same She knows something Is different It’s not a new haircut Or new clothes It’s not anything As easy as that It comes from Way down deep Much further From her very soul It’s a new vision Of her life Of the people She knows She looks And some of it Is hard to see Isn’t very pretty Because she knows She’s been deceived Hurt abandoned Left to her own devices BUT-- no matter These new visions Clear her mind Purge her soul Wipe the slate clean She moves forward Free light radiant Full of new love And life No one can Catch her For she’s Flying In her Newfound freedom The mirror Reflects this New woman In all her glory All her power Her strength Catch her if you can 10/25/08

Comments (10)

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auntietk

3:11AM | Sun, 26 October 2008

Wow. Awesome work! Powerful and well written.

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sharky_

4:20AM | Sun, 26 October 2008

Nice colors... Aloha

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tallpindo

4:37AM | Sun, 26 October 2008

It's easier when you are the victime of treachery or deception. You can cutoff the last pangs of interest. The friends and acquaintances who still had a hold have burned their bridges and gone off to seek fame and fortune elsewhere. The letters and phone calls decrease in frequency then a move gets missed a phone number dropped an address no longer receiving mail. The mirror is it more than a clear breath shield in the cafeteria at the buffet? Isn't it just to keep from infecting the public? The hand when it goes out feels the water faucet. When you turn it off make sure it doesn't drip. The soul has a hold on a long pipe that is cold and hard. Can you trust it when you are out in the park? The air is clear and the grass is dry. The trees mask the sun. Do you have a bottle in a brown paper bag you can share? That pipe connects to a big city. The bag is just local surrounded by raw nature.