The mirror becomes interesting when
the face it's held toward is like a
reflection of the self. If it isn't, then
their image is defeated, dulled and grey,
subdued in that they are of little worth.
Thus, only with attention can you shine.
But what attracts also destroys, gives birth
to collision. The reason I can’t find time
to show you how your colour can burn bright
is because you're not willing to let me.
I know how the dark tones become highlights
and feel you should't fear uncertainty.
Instead, realise the potential that’s there
if you do not discolour what we share.
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 7:17 AM UTC
The mirror becomes interesting when
the face it's held toward is like a
reflection of the self. If it isn't, then
their image is defeated, dulled and grey,
subdued in that they are of little worth.
Thus, only with attention can you shine.
But what attracts also destroys, gives birth
to collision. The reason I can’t find time
to show you how your colour can burn bright
is because you're not willing to let me.
I know how the dark tones become highlights
and feel you should't fear uncertainty.
Instead, realise the potential that’s there
if you do not discolour what we share.
- Sonnet 1 -
Original: 09/01/13
Edited: 27/04/17
It was written after a tumultuous relationship. At the time of writing, I thought there was potential but it was all too shallow.
Writing this kick-started my interest in poetry. This is where it all started. My ambition then and now is to write about all my deepest ideas and strongest feelings.
