We gaze forward and see images
We are surprised
Is this is how we look?
Could this be how we look to others?
We see our suffering and pain
In the slump of our shoulders
That were once held up proudly.
There is no sign of happiness reflected back to us
Just a broken smile
That we struggle to fake
If we look into our eyes
A broken soul stares back.
The sparkle of happiness in our eyes
Has been replaced by an angry flame.
If we could trap our
Sins
Tragedies
Mistakes
Regrets
Scars
Insecurites
In glass
We would see our reflection.
What is wrong with us?
Mirror, Mirror
On the wall
Can you fix us before we contaminate all?
Please
Before happiness is a forgotten word.
Before laughter is rare
And before smiles are permanently twisted into frowns.
Is there any good left to be reflected?
I hope that answer could one day be yes.
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I wrote this poem for anyone who has ever felt that there is no hope. Who has felt sadness and grief. This is for those who wish to be happy, but are trapped. Take care everyone x
Jenni Heart
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Reflect My World
PoetryIs there any good left to be reflected? How do you see yourself? Can you turn yourself around and be happy again? POEM♥
