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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