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Sep 2013
Every morning I wake,  I scream and scream,
So to alert all, that I am here.

I check each room to make sure I am the only one here.
Then I look in the mirror and there you are..

Why are you always here?  I hate you!
Every morning I shout at you, Go away!

I hide but when I look, there you are..
Why do you insist on taking over?

You slither around me and take control.
I face you with all the courage I can muster but
In the end, you always win.

So I wait for you to weaken and grow weary,
And I can take my power back.
I have never been past this point
But I still feel that small light of hope.

So I look into the mirror with such hope.
Hope that somehow, someday I can defeat you with that light I feel.

I look deeply into the mirror and there you are,  waiting for me as always.
I won’t give up to you!
I will fight to the end.
For I truly hate you.
I say, you cannot have me or my essence,
For that little light of hope still shines on.
Marlene Patricia Wreisner
Written by
Marlene Patricia Wreisner  Santa Clarita, California
(Santa Clarita, California)   
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