Mirror

Mirrors

Mirrors have distorted my self-image.

Where I saw beautiful, I saw you.

But you’re no longer here.

My mirrors were my portal to you.

But you’re no longer here.

Momma told me I was beautiful

ever since I was a little girl

But I no longer believe her.

My mirrors were my portal to you.

But you’re no longer here.

My mirrors cracked and broke.

Where I once saw you, I stroke.

But I use violence and it hurts.

My mirrors were my portal to you.

But you’re no longer here.

I tore the mirrors down,

Because I’m so alone,

Why aren’t you here?

I don’t believe her.

My portal to you.

-M. L. Wright ©2016

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