Woman In The Mirror
Woman in the mirror stares back,
at pained confusion of a
distraught soul,
transfixed as if in a trance
what years and aging effected.
Thy plumpness and roundness
receded,
leaving behind a withered frame
for a body
mourning prized possessions envy
of all who once admired.
Woman in the mirror you couldn't
be so wrong,
beauty does fade,the person
within stays the same,
don't pity me,oh my oh my my...
This body is a celebration of life
of a young girl who played in the
backyard,making mud-pies,
caking her face with dirt,
giggling and laughing no dreams yet
and when she became a woman
she had so much ambition and passion
noone could stop her even if they tried
Such delightfulness, an opportunity to
create life in one's womb
to hear the first cry of a babe
having its mouth suckle at one's breast
while their small eyes look back at you
for assurance you will always be there
woman in the mirror,every wrinkled line
bears testimony
of beauty that lies within,
not even the hands of time can erase.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC
Woman In The Mirror
Woman in the mirror stares back,
at pained confusion of a
distraught soul,
transfixed as if in a trance
what years and aging effected.
Thy plumpness and roundness
receded,
leaving behind a withered frame
for a body
mourning prized possessions envy
of all who once admired.
Woman in the mirror you couldn't
be so wrong,
beauty does fade,the person
within stays the same,
don't pity me,oh my oh my my...
This body is a celebration of life
of a young girl who played in the
backyard,making mud-pies,
caking her face with dirt,
giggling and laughing no dreams yet
and when she became a woman
she had so much ambition and passion
noone could stop her even if they tried
Such delightfulness, an opportunity to
create life in one's womb
to hear the first cry of a babe
having its mouth suckle at one's breast
while their small eyes look back at you
for assurance you will always be there
woman in the mirror,every wrinkled line
bears testimony
of beauty that lies within,
not even the hands of time can erase.
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