Mirror mirror
On the wall,
Who’s the most shattered
of them all?
Aligned with the cracked glass,
I feel broken.
Each scar of self-harm
Leads to a line of tokens—
Every scratch and crack in the mirror
Is a symbol of self hate
that plagues my heart.
Soon to fall apart
And rot in the mirror…

Mirror mirror
On the wall,
Who’s the most fallen of them all?
Hidden and forgotten
in the dust of cobwebs
In your attic.
I ask for help,
But aligned with the smashed glass,
I feel stolen and trapped
Under the illusion of no hope—
Bruised and abused.
Left in confusion,
Losing people like flies,
Leaving shattered moments
in pieces scattered across the floor,
Only then I feel heartbroken.

Mirror mirror
On the wall,
What have I done wrong
To become aligned with
This broken mirror?

Peaceful caressing dawn.
Golden eye of awakening
sun.
Peeping in early morning’s song,
above horizon’s east.
Reflections in rippleless waters.
Showing the beauty twice.
In silence a bird calls from afar.
Soft breeze of wind’s whisper.
The world so quiet in sunrise clothing.
Overwhelming feeling
when looking at our Creator’s new creation.
A new day.



Shell✨🐚

Fluid of the mind
Falling silently
Like salty tiny rivers
over the cheeks.
Little cracks of the heart
Aching…
when listening to that song,
Inhaling the fragrance of night’s Jasmine.

Remembering you.



Shell✨🐚

My rain is turning into hail.
You stand next to me.
Yet I can't see you.

You always inspire me.
Yet I can't hear you.

You break the heart in me.
Yet I can't feel you.

You have no name.
Yet I look for it.

Some how you always comfort me.
Yet I still need you.

You’re my invisible man.
Only God can make you appear.
Love should evaporate my fear.

Until I meet you my mind
will be on  repeat.
My heart is a drum
that can hardly beat.

Please say my hopes will
rise from concrete.
Or I shall be alive but
gradually forgotton.
I shall be an
invisible woman.