Shattered Mirror

A searching of sorts

Into the mirror I stare

praying truth will be there

But no truth is found

As the words soft resound

     And I think this is unfair

Shattered mirror shows me true

silver pieces, as they rarely do

Light reflecting back at me

Distorting just as easily

     And my flaws are far from few

I am feeling so unreal

This isnt something I should feel

Darkness softly blooms

whilst I eagerly land in gloom

     as into the shadows I steal

I dance upon the shadows

shimmering as the candle glows

Flickering little fire

The Knaves foremost desire

     as only I could know

Come dance with me

my steps are easy

Dance atop the broken glass

though you may think of me as crass

     But still I step so lightly

Deep into the mirror I stare

Knowing truth shan't surface there

I search in my own eyes

Seeking private lies

     They say I'm mad like a March hare

This broken mirror, this within me

These shattered pieces in front of me

Will I never see the truth here?

This is my only fear

     For who could love on such as me?!

Reviews

[~Mariposa Una Lila~]

love this love this love this, so full of emotion! bravo! xx0x0x0x0

[Star-Born-Soul]

Wonderfully penned moment of weekness! The last time I found truth in the mirror, I was about 6 yrs. old. I had no character at 6, no regrets... The truth about the mirror is, it only reflects you, what you think, what you expect to see. I see beauty everywhere here. Thank you for sharing.

[Phantom Heart]

That's really cool. I really have to say I like the flow of the poem.