Every night I pose before a mirror,
as though trying to form a picture.
The mirror in return gazes back at
me spilling what seems to be inner
workings of my soul.
Every night I pose before a mirror,
wondering, do I really see my true
emotions reflecting back. An ache
that neither a heart or eye reveals,
is seen plain before the mirror.
Every night I pose before a mirror,
wiping doubt away in form of tear.
Oh trembling lips and long tresses
bear witness, when words no more
convey, whether or not to love.
Every night I pose before a mirror,
as though to remind myself to see,
what we see in the mirror, is but a
tiny reflection of our own thoughts,
what we choose to depict, depends
entirely on us.
Photo credits: Fine Art America
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There is a lot of wisdom in this poem for one so young. I can picture you looking in the mirror, in the full flower of your young womanhood….so beautiful. Enjoy this passage, kiddo! Never doubt your own power and beauty. And always say yes to love! (says the old hermit!)
Aww!❤️ Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you liked it!❤️ The words sort of flowed on their own as though they were waiting to be written 🙂
This rang true. So true that one can say the mirror is not so honest as most claim it to be. Good write Sanaa. 🙂
Thank you so much, James 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Yes, I suppose we can hide our truth even from a mirror that only reflects back what we chose to show. Good writing Sanaa.
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It makes me question if what we see in the mirror is really who we are…bkm
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Yes, so much of what we see in the mirror depends on us. You have “nailed” this idea, Sanaa….a mirror reflects back, perhaps, what we want to see.
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
So well written. Truly we need to see beyond the image in the mirror.
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True, we see what we want to see!
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“The mirror in return gazes back at
me spilling what seems to be inner
workings of my soul. ”
What seems, what is real, what shows in the depths of eyes and externally … Gosh. SO many questions, and yet your illustration points me elsewhere, that the mirror that the narrator looks in might not be the innocent ones that hang in our rooms, but a frame we paint ourselves. Your poem stirred me.
Aww!❤️ Thank you so much, Susan 🙂 I enjoyed writing this one. So glad you liked it ❤️
Luv your choice of posing for the mirror. The mirror will not receive but only reflect. We ourselves are the deceivers or should we so choose the truth sayers
Much love…
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Very reflective, in more ways than one.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
“what we see in the mirror, is but a
tiny reflection of our own thoughts,”…this is absolutely true. and a piece of wisdom too…very well put Sanaa….
Thank you so much, Sumana 🙂 for the inspirational prompt ❤️
Hear, hear. I completely agree!
Thank you so much, Maria 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Sanaa
Colors and feelings merge like paint. The artist/poet when truly honest can learn from her work and inspire.
What a lovely work you have penned.
Much love (miss you)
Leslie
Thank you so much, Leslie 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Miss you too 🙂
Fabulous piece!! Loved the concluding part especially, Sanaa!! Yes, we must never fear the reflection, instead use it to go deeper and deeper into the process of self-examination and self-discovery, until you discover or uncover the nature of your affliction.The mirror makes no mistakes…
Thank you so much, Panchali 😀 for your kind and thoughtful comment ❤️ So glad you liked it 😀
as i read this, what i realize is there are many things a mirror can’t reflect….usually matters of the heart. wonderful write.
Thank you so much, Stacy 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Lovely thoughts here……the mirror does not tell all! 🙂
Thank you so much, Lillian 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
A beautiful reflective write Sanaa :o) xxx
Thank you so much, Xenia 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Oh no, the mirror tells only part of it… and maybe it’s better to trust the mirror more as decoy of what’s real.. lovely reflective piece
Thank you so much, Bjorn 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Wow, the queue is long today, as I take my place at its tail. This is one of your best, Sanaa–really dug it. Mirrors can be pretty unfriendly too; at least mine is. But your refrains & insight take us beyond reflections to considerations about how do we appear to others, getting tangled up in perceptual webs.
Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
The mirror sees only the surface, the heart holds its secrets. Great write!b
Thank you so much, Beverly 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
As I get older, I rely less and less on the mirror to tell me what I should see ~ What we see in the surface is only superficial ~
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such beautiful words and so true, we never really see the true reflection of ourselves in the mirror, too critical of myself I know I am and sometimes even let the vision of the one standing behind me influence what I see. This was very thought provoking.
Thank you so much, Gina 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
The mirror gazing back at you reminds me of “scrying” mirrors some use to get insight.
Thank you so much, Frank 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
And that reflection is such a wisdom….we all need that…beautiful!
Thank you so much, Sreeja 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Like the different layers of mental reflection you see off the mirror that slowly unravels the womanly mind — a mystery which always baffles and intrigues me.
Thank you so much, Colin 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Well well. We both took a trip of reflection. I really like the sincerity and the questions posed here. Very thoughtful poem.
Thank you so much, Paul 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Indeed, the mirror only reveals a tiny fraction.
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Mirrors see with the lookers eyes. This might be why everyone tends to see things a bit differently, a bit distorted according to their own experiences… Very wise.
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“Oh trembling lips and tresses bear witness” — an exquisite line! ~ peace, Jason
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Beautifully written Sanaa. That mirrors reflection shows only a part of us and looking at it ourselves we know deep inside how little it reveals to the outside.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
tiny reflection of our own thoughts,
what we choose to depict, depends
entirely on us.
Very true Sanaa! It is a good way for starting off to know more of oneself!
Hank
Thank you so much, Hank 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Most times when I stand in front of a mirror I feel I am meeting a stranger. Very interesting write.
Hope you are well – have been away from Dverse a long time and seeing a lot of new faces after coming back.
Thank you so much, Abhra 🙂 so nice to see you ❤️
Provocative piece Sanaa; one that challenges our sincerity and honesty with ourselves. Mirrors will only reflect what they “see”. We, on the other hand, are capable of seeing what mirrors are simply incapable of reflecting. If we make that choice, that is. Enjoyed your piece!
Thank you so much, Alwi 🙂 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Mirrors are a scary thing. They tend to tell the truth. Well written piece here, Sanaa. 🙂
Thank you so much, Imelda 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
The mirror is a perfect subject of self-reflective poetry. I’m thinking about the line I heard somewhere about looking in the mirror and thinking ‘someone has to make the first smile.’
Thank you so much, Colleen 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
“what we see in the mirror, is but a
tiny reflection of our own thoughts,
what we choose to depict, depends
entirely on us. ”
Spot on!! These lines sums up the poem beautifully and hums a ditty, sanna. 🙂
Thank you so much, Panchali 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Your words tell exactly why I have avoided mirrors all my life…but now I choose to look. Wish me luck 🙂 XXX
Thank you so much, Gina 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Good luck.. 🙂
The mirror image is simply a reflected image of what is not there. Lovely write.
Thank you so much, Annell 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Sanaa thank you for your steadfast love and support. Happy you linked to Monday WRites this week
Much love…
My pleasure, Gillena ❤️ so good to see you 😀
Much love…
Mirror is the best muse I think to muse on…your poem reflects that in the subtle and poignant manner…
Thank you so much, Sangbad 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️