Trapped in the Mirror #oneshotwednesday

by moondustwriter, posted in One shot Wednesday, One Stop Poetry

Hidden from view
My heart from you
Not round the next corner
No where to be found

Pick up the pieces
If that’s what pleases
You will never find me
In this shattered mosaic

I was lost long ago
How I don’t know
Faded in the mirror
No one looked then

You caught a piece of my eye
As you were sadly walking by
How you saw it
Remains a mystery

“Come out from there
You look sad, ensnared
Let me look at you
Make you smile”

He talked and made me look
read to me a book
Vowed to never leave
We were all we had

Then one day
It’s hard to say
What happened
to  the walls of my jail

I was set free
He fell to his knee
Entreating me
To live my life with him

I will gladly roam
With him my home
I am captive no more
the dungeon in the mirror

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21 thoughts on “Trapped in the Mirror #oneshotwednesday”

  1. Funny, I was just about to write something about an earthenware jug (me) being dropped, broken and NOT fixed. U gathered the pieces, so to speak…I like the dungeon prison imagry Excelsior!

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  2. when a mirror shatters and then the pieces get back where they belong…that’s great, that freedom to make one’s mind up and look in the right direction…

    Hugs, my sister moonshine….

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  5. the photo is so apropos and as you weave through
    this poetic relationship says something important. you saw one another in the mosaic
    and shattered as it may appear to others, there are two faces there…smiling.
    good poetry as always (and i finally signed in before you did!)

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  8. A lot of people don’t know what healing is all about. I can see from your writings that it is a path you have chosen. You have handled yourself with grace.

    The Past
    Invoked
    Time and again
    Did it bubble up?
    Or did I call it this time?
    Show me your mask
    And then the face
    Behind the mask
    Those tears must be real
    A mask cannot cry
    Then cry little one
    And this time be heard
    This time be fulfilled
    With your own tears
    This little one must feel
    Everything
    To be real

    OneLove–Tiger

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  9. the simplicity of your writing , makes it so much more appealing to me and helps me reaffirm my faith in my mundane scribbles…thank you …

    sincerely,
    sonny

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    1. that’s me no form – LOL. Mark I’m a renegade that’s my form. Thanks for seeing that there is a purpose in what I write

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