Mirror

Mirror

A Poem by Wonderland Asylum

I don’t really know


Where I need to go.


And I don’t really care.


I know that life isn’t always fair,


So what we all need to do,

Is live in the moment,


While it can last.



It’s been years since I first put it on,


but I think I’m finally ready to take off


This Dirty, Old, and Hard cast.


All I know for sure,


is that I am here.


Right now.


I am here, and I am here right now.


Even though you have been gone for some time,


And your still not here,


I’m alright with that.


If I ever want to see you,

All I have to do, is look in the


Mirror.


I see you in my eyes,


Your Blue, mixing with my Green,


To make a Sea.


I see you in my hair.


Your unruly and wild curls,


Are slowly over taking my box*-brown hair.


I see you, when I look over myself,


Your beauty, passed onto me.


I have your curves and  your looks.


You’re closer to me than I thought.


You never left,


Only hidden,


By my own pain.


Not until I discarded my mask,


Did I gain my knowledge.


© 2018 Wonderland Asylum


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I agree with the others, very relatable. I also agree with barleygirl in that some parts could have been trimmed down a tad as the middle gets a little difficult to read it fluently.

However, the imagination it gave me, and some of the memories it took me back to.. thank you for sharing, and I look forward to reading the rest.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Hard to do, but we must.
"ot until I discarded my mask,
Did I gain my knowledge."
Fake face and hiding real thoughts leave us alone. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote


Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great poem. Beautifully written and relatable.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

very telling & revealing. sometimes we are blinded to what is really right in front of us. i like the ending conclusion. nice job.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The first 7 lines of your poem are relatable & well-written, but this is flat reading, compared to the rest. It starts out with the narrator seemingly arguing with herself about general concepts, stuff that doesn't matter, it doesn't spark ideas & feelings in the reader's mind.

Then when your main message finally kicks in, it's awesome. I love the specifics, the comparisons, & the bittersweet tone. Some writers take a little time to warm up to what they are trying to say by blathering for a bit. I prefer when a piece starts out with an intense & compelling statement -- "all I have to do is look in the mirror!" I wouldn't expect you to change this, but just keep it in mind for future writing (((HUGS))) fondly, Margie

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is really good, my favorite of yours. nicely presented and written.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is my new favorite poem from you. I sense it's written from direct personal experience (perhaps loss of a mother, father or grandparent). It's incredible how those experiences can enhance our writing. It's not only a touching tribute, it's a poetic expression of gratitude. Nice work.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful poem emocat. I can relate except different eye color and curlier hair lol

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Wonderland Asylum
Wonderland Asylum

Reedley, CA



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Alternative, shy, loves music. I typically keep to myself, and am not very expressive. But when I write, it's like I'm some place else. I've been gone for a while, and I'm working on getting back.. more..

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