The colours of a mirror are foggy, but lucid
I don’t see my reflection,
But colours of a girl I remember being
Dark purples and greys, she’s bruised and scarred
Shards of glass line her hollowed out, bloodshot eyes
Ghostly pale, she’s barely alive
I watch as she transforms before me
Her colours are metamorphosis and she’s the revitalized butterfly
The greys and purples swirl into blues and whites
She’s stepping out of the shadow of who she was
The colours of the mirror are brighter, more vivid
I recognize this girl
The colours are clearly defined
I see shades of blues of sensibility and confidence
She’s stronger and exuding life
The colours of a mirror are the colours of honesty
I see my reflection
Not the girl I was
But the girl I am.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
The colours of a mirror are foggy, but lucid
I don’t see my reflection,
But colours of a girl I remember being
Dark purples and greys, she’s bruised and scarred
Shards of glass line her hollowed out, bloodshot eyes
Ghostly pale, she’s barely alive
I watch as she transforms before me
Her colours are metamorphosis and she’s the revitalized butterfly
The greys and purples swirl into blues and whites
She’s stepping out of the shadow of who she was
The colours of the mirror are brighter, more vivid
I recognize this girl
The colours are clearly defined
I see shades of blues of sensibility and confidence
She’s stronger and exuding life
The colours of a mirror are the colours of honesty
I see my reflection
Not the girl I was
But the girl I am.
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