I beg you, mirror, do not cry!
Don’t give this empty room the pleasure
Of witnessing your glass tears slide
Down my glass face, and fall, and shatter;
/
Don’t let it see me on my knees,
Bereft of purpose, hope and meaning,
Struggling to breathe and not to scream
Under this low, old, crumbling ceiling;
/
Don’t let my room remember that
Like others, I sometimes have moments
Of weakness, and forget my strength –
If it remembers, I’ll be homeless;
/
Reflect my eyes in yours as dry,
My lips, pressed shut, as if they’re smiling;
Help me pretend that I am fine,
That here, in me, there’s light still shining
Wow…what strong emotions you evoke with this poem….wonderful write…bravo!
Thank you so much! I’m glad you felt what I meant :).
Very poignant. Definitely a powerful piece. Great poetry!
Keep it up.
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Thanks, Andrew! I had a look at your blog and enjoyed what I read very much. Good luck with you writing and the many other wonderful things that you do ;)!