Windows to the heart,
Reflecting on all that we hide and impart,
Our fears and hopes, our joy and pain.
Laid bare in their shimmering frame,
In their depths, we see ourselves,
The good and evil. The hidden and revealed,
The truths we've kept, the lies we've told,
The secrets that we've held from old.
Mirrors of the soul, they never lie,
Showing us our most genuine selves inside,
Guiding us on our journey through life,
Through the ups and downs, the joy and strife.
May we always look upon them with grace,
And never fear what we might face,
For in the mirrors of the core, we'll find
The strength to carry on and shine.
About the Creator
Anyelin Mejia
Believer, Dominican-Jewish, Arts Passion, Makeup Artist, Gamer, Model, Musician, Music Bachelor, Singer, Fitness Self-Trainer, Love for nature, and pet stylist aspirant. I love to inspire others.
“I am my only limit.”
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Well done!
Your rhyme scheme is really pleasing to me. I can feel the passion with which you write, this felt like such a well thought out piece!