I am put on hold <br />I am made to wait, wait, and wait <br />I have become something <br />I fear to look upon <br /> <br />I have fallen <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />Far <br /> <br />I am a long way from home <br /> <br />I am lost <br />Somewhere in the depths of myself <br />Where I weep and weep and weep <br />With dry eyes <br />And wet eyes <br />In turns <br /> <br />An old jalopy <br />Ol faithful <br />Ol reliable <br />Predictable <br />Perhaps unremarkable <br /> <br />I am no beauty <br />I know. <br />And my face has become a reflection <br />Of another’s <br /> <br />My eyes are magic <br />That turns the weak into giants <br />My strength built <br />From pains past <br />Is a bulwark <br />From storms <br /> <br />I am useful <br />I know <br /> <br />When my term is done <br />I will be left behind <br />For better things <br />Shiny and new <br />That fit better <br /> <br />This also I know <br /> <br />All this I know <br />And live.<br /><br />nisha dyrene<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mind-of-the-mirror/
