The Woman In My Mirror











She finds herself living within circles

That never quite seem to close



Repeated circles placed as when

She was a child and penmanship

Was practiced by using circles that

Never quite connected



Page after page . . .

Of overlapped circles







Knowing that she has enabled the cause

And yet . . . .

Still feeling within her heart

That she could have not done differently



Doing and doing . . . .

To wonder if what she is doing

Is even seen at all



Days meet nights and nights meets days

And the circle to tomorrow

Starts over yet once again







One side of broken reflection, to

Go on to face the new day . . .







The other side praying

Not to loose the person

She has always been









A picture shared . . . . .

Began my journey to this write.



I guess I have not written for my

own therapy in a long time



Disrupted the life . . .

Sleeps safely the child



Sleeps safely the child . . .

Disrupted the life



Pages and pages of overlapping circles . . . .











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Girl In The Mirror




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metaphorist's picture

A touching poem every woman can relate to. Always a pleasure to read your work.

P.S. You might want to change the background. It seems your image is not displaying any longer.