A lake smooth as glass
projecting a perfect reflection of the surrounding beauty.
I look towards the mirror,
Seeing strange but familiar face,
But I see the mask she wears.
I see the hurt,
The pain,
The everyday struggles she wears like a heavy jacket.
Afraid to let go,
Afraid of the cold fear brings.
I reach out,
Hesitant,
Not knowing the temperature if the water,
But I cup my hands and scoop the water.
the water seeps through the small gaps in my hands.
I look back.
I don’t see her anymore,
I see a distorted face that I don’t recognize,
Broken,
Shattered,
Waiting,
Watching,
Hoping for the water to settle,
Just for Mother Nature to confuse the perfect reflection.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 11:07 AM UTC
A lake smooth as glass
projecting a perfect reflection of the surrounding beauty.
I look towards the mirror,
Seeing strange but familiar face,
But I see the mask she wears.
I see the hurt,
The pain,
The everyday struggles she wears like a heavy jacket.
Afraid to let go,
Afraid of the cold fear brings.
I reach out,
Hesitant,
Not knowing the temperature if the water,
But I cup my hands and scoop the water.
the water seeps through the small gaps in my hands.
I look back.
I don’t see her anymore,
I see a distorted face that I don’t recognize,
Broken,
Shattered,
Waiting,
Watching,
Hoping for the water to settle,
Just for Mother Nature to confuse the perfect reflection.
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