Reflection

                                                       Reflection...

                                               The day she looked in the mirror 

                                               She was lost to whom she was glaring at

                                               The beauty complimented the pain

                                               The sorrow side by side with her tears 

                                               The mask in front of her 

                                               The lost and hopeless soul

                                               Who is the screen saver in front of her 

                                               Where is the hope... the joy ... the happiness

                                               

                                                Should we call our reflection in the mirror

                                                our real reflection or is it simply a myth

                                               

                                             

                                               

Author's Note

Im only fifteen but I ask for nothing but honesty please

Reviews

[Echoes of Eros]

I wanted to explore your earliest voice. And this is so brilliant. Made me ponder the physical reflection of us as compared to the sacred reflection within. May what exists within us, the deepest truth of us, always be what we see shining through our skin, dear poet. xo

[micky]

Thank you friend e the kindest words you always are too sweet

[Echoes of Eros]

I am just so thankful you still share your soul here with us. xo

[Misery]

May I ask...what is the intent of this poem, dear poet?
What is the message you desire this poem to convey? What feelings do the words stir within you?

[micky]

to be honest I don't think I can remember..

This was my first piece and first venture in poetry if u read my more recent posts you will see I have grown a bit more in the writing sense

[Misery]

Alright, I shall stroll through your writings, dear poet.

[micky]

cool thanks...ohhh u can call me Micky

[Jimmy Yetts]

Tough questions--that are rarely ever fully answered, in this life.
But, as you go along, you learn to live more harmoniously with the unknown; hopefully, also finding, at least, some partial answers you can comfortably live with.
No matter how lost or screwed up I've ever felt, this simple notion has always given me solace: Whatever brought me here, will get me through.
Sometimes, it was all the "religion" I had.
Very much enjoyed your thoughtful, thought-provoking poem, Micky!

[micky]

Thank u so much...this was the first poem i ever wrote