Mirror Within Yourself--A Sonnet
She glances in a mirror while vacuuming, shocked
To see her reflection. What is it that shocks her? She never
Recognizes the sweat-smeared, bashful woman who is reflected
Back each time. Why is she so insecure?
She imagines a self-sacrificing analytical
Individual with perfect features; sparkling eyes; a detailed
Face full of light. But in the mirror she sees a skeptical,
Plain, brown-haired girl, not who she is inside, only depressed.
She hears her own voice, frustrated that she is moody.
Why is it so harsh? She wants it to be musical. How idealistic
To have a voice like music. Most times she is fussy.
Why is her voice not who she is? She is not pessimistic.
She is a mother, perfecting lives but being too critical.
She is respectful to all but herself; to herself she is resentful.
Poem 2--3rd Person, Jan/Feb 2014
Mirror Within
She glances in a mirror,
Shocked at her reflection.
Why is she so shocked?
She never recognizes the face that is reflected back.
Why does she not see who she really is?
She imagines herself
Confident with perfect features,
Sparkling eyes, a detailed face full of light.
But reflected back is a despondent, plain, brown-haired girl.
Not at all who she really is.
She hears her own voice,
Frustrated she is so moody.
Why is her voice so harsh?
She wants it to be like music.
Why does she not sound like who she really is?
She is a mother,
Nurturing lives but losing her own.
She is respectful to others,
But to herself she is resentful.
Poem 3--1st Person, Jan/Feb 2014
Mirror Within
I glance in a mirror,
Shocked at my reflection.
Why am I so shocked?
I never recognize the face that is reflected back.
Why do I not see who I really am?
I imagine myself
Confident with perfect features,
Sparkling eyes, a detailed face full of light.
But reflected back is a despondent, plain, brown-haired girl.
Not at all who I really am.
I hear my own voice,
Frustrated I am so moody.
Why is my voice so harsh?
I want it to be like music.
Why do I not sound like who I really am?
I am a mother,
Nurturing lives but losing my own.
I am respectful to others,
But to myself I am resentful.