Reflection

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

I wrote this year's ago, it's not really my best work.

I see her. I can't quite make out her face. She appears trying to send me a message. Something is wrong, something just isn't right. I don't know who she is. I ask for a name she remains quiet, instead I see tears roll down her cheeks. Looking very closely, I just can't make her out to be............................. anyone. As I stare at her, my mind is racing, 'who is she, what's wrong with her, where did she come from, why is she crying, what's going on'. Thoughts pumping. The tears keep rolling, I'm still thinking not knowing what to do, I try to reach out to her but she's not responding. Trying to figure her out, there's no absolute clue. As I stand staring, & wondering, I realize that the disturbed girl, is in fact just a mere reflection in the mirror of myself...


Submitted: August 09, 2017

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Christian Taylor

Very interesting poem. Sometimes are earliest work is not always are best, but they show our growth as artists.

Thu, August 10th, 2017 4:04am

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Very true. Thanks for taking the time to read this.

Wed, August 9th, 2017 10:40pm

Luna Abbot

I think it's fine, but maybe it needs to be spaced out a little more?

Thu, August 10th, 2017 4:47am

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Yeah I was going to try and redo the whole thing but haven't actually had the time to do so yet. Thank you for taking the time to read it though I truly appreciate it

Wed, August 9th, 2017 10:42pm

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