Mirror, Mirror

.... and so I prayed ...

Mirror, mirror, on the wall.

Show me truth, fore I do fall.

The sting of seemingly misspent faith.

Foggy and streaked.

Carnally crucified.

Betrayed.

Suspended.

The spike of shame at my left.

The nail of guilt to my right.

Scourged by selfishness.

Plagued by weeds of anger, bitterness and indifference.

Spared only by the fertilizer of hope.

Planted in a field of tranquility.

No longer a penitential prisoner in the detention of darkness.

Ruled by an unholy warden.

I stand accused by a jury of demons.

The enemy marching within.

Wheels of confusion powered by an engine of evil.

Beseeched by the guile of gossip.

Comfort me.

Oh, mirror, mirror, on the wall.

I see the truth,

my Lord ...

... my all ...

Reviews

[STORIES BEHIND EYES]

Now this poem sends a message to one within to understand who we are in soul and not forget the Lord is our only savior in the end, the mirror always shows out true identity but can't grasp who we are inside the reflection it grasp as we stand in front of it. Good job very inspiring 🤗

[Pete]

thanks sis. like your thoughts on this. reminds me that souls have no reflections in mirrors. appreciated :)

[STORIES BEHIND EYES]

You welcome hun :)

[Tazeen Ahmed]

Mirror is a reflection of your true identity. It's even more than that...it's obsessive..
On a side, there's weed; on another side is a plant (flaws and perfections)
Mirror might seem cruel...
Wonderful, mesmerising!

[Pete]

thank you for such a kind, thoughtful review. :)

[Moonie]

I love the alliterations and the metaphors here. You've written your thoughts in the most creative way possible!

[Pete]

ty Moon's. appreciated and encouraging ... :)