The Mirror  

widowsaddiction 47F
166 posts
5/22/2006 6:52 pm

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5/25/2006 10:44 pm

The Mirror

I look in the mirror and what do I see?
An angry, bitter woman that looks nothing like me.

She's changed quite a bit, more than the eye can behold
She's so different now, so jaded and cold.

Where once was exuberance, a life to begin,
Now lay a patchwork of lies, deceit...sin.

What once was so supple, so smooth and so soft
Now reveals the canvas of a life that is lost.

I look in the mirror and what do I see?
A defeated, tired woman looking back at me.

And yet, what is this? Is there hope to be found?
A piece of that girl that was beaten and bound?

I just can't give up and I will not give in
I know that there is more to this woman within.

I look in the mirror, and what do I see?
That girl full of life, just waiting for me.


KC_JJ 53M

5/23/2006 2:33 am

There are days when I hide from the mirror but on the days I do have the courage to look I still see enough left of who I used to be to think there is still good enough reason to carry on.

Beaten down by my own sense of limitations I can yet still bounce back to the boy I still am at the center.

Some days I wonder though if I will hit that day where it seems I can not bounce back but have really become the old weak man that I fear I some day might become.

I guess my father now serves to remind me that even at 80 a good share of the boy at the center can remain. Without his example I may have already surpassed him in age. Mentally.

PS. I just saw on a repeat of the Jay Leno show someone had placed an ad trying to sell an old trash compactor and the headline for it was ...

WHITE TRASH COMPACTOR

MMM [ MMM


southrnpeach333 50F

5/24/2006 5:25 pm

she is in there, just let her back out...


p33c3y0 42M

5/24/2006 7:13 pm

don't keep her waiting too long ...


widowsaddiction 47F

5/25/2006 10:44 pm

KC-Thanks for the line about your father. It's good to hear. White trash compactor...now that shit is FUNNY!

Peach-I'm working on it. Any ideas?

P33c3y0-That's what I'm afraid of.


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