Time

 

The mirror reflects

the girl I was
and the woman I am

and the person that you
once wanted me to
become.

I am battered and dying

as a flower by the

wind and rain in the fall,

covered by the fateful storm

time has conjured and I

see that all you wanted

me to be was never

possible.

 

Reviews

[Ralphy]

I like the way this poem reads and love the message although I would have to agree with Haresh, the painting of the words and the comparison of the fall flower. I like it.

I could not understand how such well written words are hiding away from everyone.

Your choice of words paints a very wonderful picture, you have form, and rhythm.

Just as well, you have well imparted your message.