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Daily Poetry #34, March 3, 2017
Word: Reflection

When I touch this cold surface,
Dressed up in white and lace,
I wonder if this is really me. 
Why can't I look at you and see?
Is this really the girl I want to be?
Hair so neatly done and pretty?
Outside, I just want to give chase,
And run from what I can't face. 

When I touch the cold glass,
I see a wild kind of lass. 
Is this the girl I'll love forever?
Maybe now, but maybe never. 
Deciding is just an endeavour, 
And now, I'm left crying a river.
Why can't I be a useful mass? 
For now, I'll wait for time to pass.

When I touch this old thing,
I wonder what a new day will bring.
Will it be filled with uncertainty,
For I will never know what will be?
My old friend, I wish you'd let me see,
Pray, tell, and show who's the true me.
But it's fruitless, the bell doesn't ring,
I'm hopeless like a queen without a king.

Screaming out in anger, I smash the face,
Of a friend who has always filled the space.
“Why won't you tell me?! No more!” 
I cry out like a child, just like before. 
But I realize what I've done, they're sore,
These hands that have broke you to the core.
I'm so sorry, as glass litters the place,
Along with the beautiful lace. 

As I look at you with the shard in my hand,
Beautiful eyes that reflect a bright new land. 
Right then, I realized what I was doing wrong,
Like a musician correcting a note in a song.
I've worried about other's views of me for so long,
Doubting myself, I didn't know how to be strong.
Smiling to this me, whatever life may demand,
I will laugh and find my way to still stand.

Copyright © Frisk Carris | Year Posted 2017

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