Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Asking My Mirror

I stood before a mirror and saw every flaw
Everything I didn't want to be it shined
It broke and some days the broken pieces pierce my thoughts 
But I can stand before a better reflection now
One that makes me long to be what it sees
The broken pieces no longer need to be swept away 
They show what it was that kept me to stay
From seeing what this mirror has seen all along
Broken, flawed, misrepresented 
Perfected everytime I choose to stand 
And ask the mirror of my heart 
'What is beautiful today?'

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