The mirror tells no lies.
Looking back at her is a face,
young still but having borne witness to life,
Real Life.
There are the scars and marks of acne,
Not the stuff of teenage angst but that
which sticks around (unfortunately).
High cheekbones highlight
a longer face with a distinctive chin;
a mouth framed with dimples.
Deep dark eyes that, at various times
show joy, and sadness,
love and despair.
And hope.
Always Hope.
6 comments:
Real life and hope. That's the good stuff.
very beautiful poem. thought provoking.
Glad to hear hope is sticking around. If things were really bad, this would probably have ended with despair.
See? No online tests needed. The internet will be happy to tell you how you're doing.
:)
You are so talented. What a beautiful poem.
What a beautiful poem.
Just amazing. More poems please. Happy ICLW.
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