Mirror Mirror by LaraKim
eyes are the mirror to the soul.
all that is buried within this shell.
So, you stare…
and what do you find there?
Exactly what do you see
when you look at me?
Do you see the places I’ve been?
The flames burning within…
What is it
You see, I don’t know.
All I see is the turmoil I’ve been through,
the problems that ensue,
the pain I’ve caused,
and the hurt that paused
I can’t see past the external things
that caused the turmoil within.
Is my soul black
from the world that I let seep in?
Is it white from good intentions within?
Please tell me, for I am blind
and not knowing is causing me to die!
Look at me!
What do you see?
Photo by Elena Kalis
adjectives used to describe a life
“I’m going swimming”
an irrational, yet distinct cry
she thought it was all she’d need
but they gave no heed
they thought she just needed to find herself
if corrected, could have saved a life
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She laughs as she blows bubbles.
Orbs that form worlds in her eyes
Yet does not realize
Thoughts have power;
Every minute, every hour,
Every dream she imagines
And in that second
She forms a reality
Is all we need.
In that moment,
Even adults around her see.
Newness and possibility,
Creation and wonder,
And they start to dream.
Some hold on…
And some go back
To this world’s troubles
Watching her laugh and blow bubbles
Orbs that formed worlds in their eyes.
Just too adult to realize
Their thoughts have power.
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