
From a young age,
the mirrors were there.
Captivated at first glance.
A small child, so unaware.
My reflection was playful
Happy and carefree.
Then, came teenage years.
The reflection changed you see.
An awkward teenager emerged.
Someone I barely knew.
Never knowing what to say,
Never knowing what to do.
I would ask the mirror for her advice,
But she never even replied.
Then adulthood swooped in.
Swiftly, taking me by surprise.
The mirror grew reassuring.
Into a person I knew well.
A smile on her lips
Sometimes hid the tears to quell.
But would anyone else
ever see? Ever notice?
Or only a secret between
the reflection and me.
Sometimes we need to look beneath.
Be a mirror for others as well.
Sadness can hide opportunity,
Just like a smile can mask hell.
By Sarah ©2020
Like this:
Like Loading...