Self Portrait

In the looking glass, a reflection pained,
A self-portrait, a visage marred and strained,
Unrecognizable,  sight hard to bear,
Time-stamped emotions etched, lines of despair.

Pain and loneliness, from the eyes do peep,
A mirror's truth, emotions buried deep,
Over times, I seek my personal gaze,
Expecting joy, yet dust distorts the maze.

Compassion and kindness, I dream to find,
Yet the mirror reflects a world unkind,
The time's toll, a transformation untold,
Once admired, now a story of the old.

In mirrored self, I find both truth and art,
A portrait painted by the soul's own heart.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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January 13, 2024 at 10:06 PM
Its hard sometimes to look in a mirror and defiantly know that YOU are inside that person you see looking back at you. Such a well written poem Jay. You have a wonderful talent. for writing in rhyme and making it look effortless, never stained. A very enjoyable read.
La France Avatar
January 13, 2024 at 2:29 PM
Jay, wonderful writing, love your last line, "A portrait painted by the soul's own heart". Best of luck in the contest, blessings, Constance
George Avatar
January 12, 2024 at 10:59 PM
A poem evoking painful emotions. Time has etched wrinkles on our face. This is how I feel most of the time when I look into the mirror. In the place of the old bubbly girl, I see a wrinkled old woman. But let us accept that life is like that. Have a happy day!
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January 11, 2024 at 11:16 AM
- So true : "A portrait painted by the soul's own heart" ... a sensitive poem ... great written, Jay :) - GL in the contest :) - hugs
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