Sunday, July 12, 2009
Long ago poem by me

Broken Mirror

From the walls in the light of glass,
Comes a fire not meant to last.
Eyes that were not meant to see,
Hope that was not meant to be,
Never to stand on meadows of grass.

Hidden behind a heart of stone,
Comes the feeling of being alone.
Behind a mask of sadness lies
A spirit that dares not defy.
The seed of doubt that has been sown.

But where will wants not, there is a way,
Regardless of what others say.
Although forlorn this hope may seem,
It is the power of the dream,
In oneself does destiny lay.

For no better love than there is for self,
Not atoned by any wealth.
Shattered, but not shaken the least,
Picking up life, piece by piece,
And placing it back onto its shelf.



Posted by Belladonna at 9:40 AM