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I Hold In My Hand
Contributed by
tinkkerbelle
on
Friday, 21st May 2004 @ 02:39:29 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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I hold in my hand a mirror,
Not just any mirror,
A special mirror.
My mirror.
My shattered mirror.
As I look into it,
All I see are the many pieces,
Shattered and scattered,
Just like my thoughts.
I'm trying so hard to put the fragments of the pieces together,
But it's so hard.
There's so many,
And they're all so shattered and scattered.
I'm trying to form a picture,
But not just any picture,
A picture of myself.
What do I look like,
On the inside?
Who am I?
This mirror is a broken mess,
And it provides no answers for it is too mutilated.
No one else sees this shattered mess of confusion, frustration, and pain.
Do they care?
Do they dare to care?
Not that it matters,
For it is my mirror.
Yet I am holding more than a mirror.
I hold in my hand,
Myself.
MW 2001
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tinkkerbelle
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2004-05-21 14:39:29] (Date/Time posted on
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