Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Mirrors and Windows

She thought she saw a monster's face
That looked into her eyes
Trapped behind
The mirror's glass
A nightmare born of lies

When she looked out the window, too,
She saw it yet again
And turned away
But still she feared 
That people could see in

She wrapped a blanket 'round herself
And thought that she could hide
But no escape
From curious eyes
No matter how she tried

So she pulled shut the curtains
And she sewed them all up tight
She kept outside
The people's gaze
But also blocked the light

But still she saw that face she feared
When mirrors she did pass
She covered them
With heavy sheets
So couldn't see the glass

She lived out all her days like that
No mirrors, curtains closed
And never knew
     This single truth—

               That she was beautiful.

~© Andrea Grace

1 comment:

  1. This reminds me of a poem I once tried to write. I should try to finish it.


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