Transparent MirrorA Poem by L.M. Weeks
Looking at a face that is not my own... isolation's not a choice...
Trying to find a familiar face in that lonesome mirror. That transparent mirror. Peering into darkness, there is no other side. My own image, a blank canvas, waiting to be painted... Trying to find a familiar face in that lonesome mirror. That transparent mirror. I hear a voice calling out to me from the other side... of that transparent mirror. No matter how I tried I have always failed... victory was a myth... Trying to find a familiar face in that lonesome mirror. That transparent mirror. Looking for acceptance I feel no comfort here. My heart sinking into darkness, drowning in my soul... Trying to find a familiar face in that lonesome mirror. That transparent mirror. I hear a voice calling out to me from the other side... of that transparent mirror. Now I finally see, I was never gone... I was just misplaced... I was trying to find a familiar face in that lonesome mirror. That transparent mirror. Blinded by the light, I see the other side. My own image a full masterpiece, painted by His hand... Finding a silhouette, in the shape of hope, in that lonesome mirror. That transparent mirror...
© 2017 L.M. WeeksAuthor's Note
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Added on June 1, 2017 Last Updated on June 1, 2017 Tags: Transparent, Mirror, Face, Familiar, Voice, Calling, Masterpiece, Inspire Author
L.M. WeeksWIAboutI am an unknown, amateur writer. I write as a hobby and do not expect a lot of credit from my works. But I decided that I should experiment with my writings by letting the public view them. I hope tha.. more..Writing
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