What Lurks in the Mirror

Mirror…mirror…on the wall,

oh how I wish you weren’t there at all.
You look at me when you’re in my room,
what you must think, I can only assume.
I took you down, but you reappeared,
in my dreams, just like I feared.
I can’t hide from you, you’re always there,
I yell at you, oh how I swear.
Please go away, I beg you to cease,
I can’t take the staring, please leave me in peace.
I covered you up to lock the gate,
that secures the entrance to my restful state.
‘Cause what lurks behind that shiny reflection,
must stay locked away without introspection.



Wishing you mirror-free moments,

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***I have written this piece for a group on Facebook that I joined, GBE 2: Blog On. This is week #45 and the topic is Mirror. Interested in more…click on the picture below to take you there.

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  • Thoughtful after reading this

  • Jo

    Nicely done, BUT please look directly into the eyes of my friend who will be waiting for you at the mirror. She is a loving and forgiving woman and she will see your beauty.

  • Beautiful and insightful poem. I love this!

    Kathy
    http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com

  • Oh, this is so good!

  • Excellent..But I'm sure that mirror tells some great stories – don't lock it up! 😉

  • Nice! What a great rhythm this poem has and I'm sure many of us can relate to the words!