A mirror sees but the outside view
and cannot observe the inside too;
But either approach it’d be my foe,
There are things I would not like to know
My reflection is a sorry sight:
I see armor fitting for a knight,
Protecting the sad coward within,
Filled with love and fear and tears and sin.
I care not to see my boring self,
So I place the mirror upon a shelf.
Forbidden eyes are ousted from sight;
They know wounded wings cannot take flight.
Please, please do not uncover to me
the features I do not want to see.
My corrupted heart has secret depths
where no one has, or will ever step.
Uncharted territory leave it be.
For I just can’t face myself, you see.
Simple reflections will often lie.
They tell me that I will never fly!
In the future I will make things right
no matter how severe I must fight.
From my shell of armor I’ll be free
to fly far away on mended wings.
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