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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a poem that describes the affection I had for a mirror, Strange right? Yes always when I needed to feel like I'm beautiful or good enough i would just go to the mirror and smile.



I don't have a perfect definition for it,
The only thing I say before it is that I believe,
It gives me assurance that our eyes will never
do anything to think that we are deceived,
After seeing what I wanted to see from it,
Which is beauty that everyone thinks is a blessing to receive,
But after accepting myself I really felt relieved,
And the scars on my body that no one knows,
Thank God that they are discreet.
Finally giving love to them other than to forbid them.
It's just smiles everytime I arrive,
And i immediately feel alive,
And this strange feeling will always arise,
My dear mirror you are just sublime.


Submitted: December 05, 2020

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Steven P. Pody

I don't know if anyone is going to give your little work a chance, but if they pay attention, they are going to find a small masterpiece.

Sat, December 5th, 2020 7:49am

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