Finish in Ten Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud
1/7/2026
A shattered image of myself in pieces at my feet, my vanity strewn all around left mirrored in my mind. My outer shell self centred too, lived in real pretence created pictures of me gone, all broken left in shards. Cast down in anger in defeat, how will I find myself by looking at one tiny piece, the real me see in there. Could it be this tiny mirror shows my real reflection? If I gaze without pretension take off my mask of fear. Strip off my painted makeup, fresh face I am not lost begin again my truest self, the mirror of my soul.
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