Travel thru the Mirror Poem 8

Travel thru the mirror

Where my face used to be

No wrinkles

Where my neck was smooth and silky

Travel to before the gray tinge

And the small hump

forcing me to lean forward

Travel thru the mirror

Where innocence lived

Where Love was simple

and the Future alive


Travel back here and see the reality

A woman aged and tired

Saged and wired

Regrets, broken hearts



Travel thru the mirror

One day an aged crone

Will look back at me

See innocence and love

And wonder why

I believed in regrets

Why I worried over broken hearts

and responsibilities


The mirror reflects

What our eyes see

a moment’s glimpse

Into the self we imagine

ourselves to be.


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