Where there is hope

There is some faith

And with just a little faith

There lies possibility-

For huge miracles,

For great achievements

For a brand new sense of home.

At least that’s what Mom told me.

She said, look in the mirror

And if you see something,

You’ve got hope.

Only problem is I hate mirrors

They always seem to show me scars,

Even the ones below my skin.

I’ve never felt faith, never seen hope

It just doesn’t work like that, I think.

Mom always said all we need is love

And I’ve got love in my heart,

But not the beauty she promised it brings

I can’t stand mirrors- so full of scars

The one thing I can’t hide my scars from-

Mirrors.

They glitter in sunlight,

But then they go face to face, toe to toe

With a real person.

No, no, no.

It’s so different,

They’re cold and mean, always hurting

And watering. Always somehow ugly.

Mom said if you look in the mirror

And see something you’ve got hope.

Maybe she meant if you have hope

Despite what you see in the mirror,

You know you’re really strong.

Mirrors. I hate them and all their scars.

“A woman dabs her mouth with a napkin while holding a hand mirror in Bekasi.” by Septian simon on Unsplash

I write poetry, prose, and personal pieces. All images are mine unless indicated otherwise. Feel free to leave feedback on my work anytime; I hope you enjoy.

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