mirror
In shadows cast by doubtful mirrors' gaze,
I, a tender bloom, in the garden of self,
whisper to the moon, my silent confidante.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
reflect my worth, not flaws enthrall.
Yet, in the dance of self-discovery,
I stumble upon the cadence of acceptance,
a melody weaving through the tapestry of imperfection.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
reveal the truth within, not judgments that appall.
Through the dim corridors of self-doubt,
I seek the light, a flicker in the obsidian night,
a promise to tomorrow, where self-love blooms.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
unveil the beauty in every rise and fall.
In every curve and contour, a story untold,
etched in my flesh, a testament to resilience,
a canvas painted with scars that speak of battles fought.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
let my reflection echo my spirit's call.
I unravel the tape that binds me to standards,
embracing hues that paint me in defiance,
a masterpiece in progress, flawed yet sublime.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
break the chains of judgmental thrall.
In the cocoon of my metamorphosis,
I shed the weight of societal whispers,
and in vulnerability, find strength reborn.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
let self-love be the loudest call.
For every petal of self-love unfurls,
a rebellion against the storms of conformity,
a testament to the beauty I define.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
illuminate my worth, let confidence enthrall.
Oh, within myself, let the light seep into my veins,
illuminating the corridors of my being,
for in every shadow resides the promise of dawn.
Copyright © Ariana Pataki | Year Posted 2023
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