The Mirror of Soul

The Mirror of Soul

My mind's eye, mirror to the soul,
closed to the world.

No more does it cast reflections.

Darkened images of the past come to haunt.
Are they real?
Does the world care?

I look to my heart trying to capture past feelings,
finding only shattered fragments of my former self.

I rearrange to find the mirror still cracked,
a pale image I no longer resemble.
Will it ever heal?
Do I care to even try?

The tears, now dried,
forever staining the canvas of my face.
The colors have run,
beyond the edge of the frame.

The foregone pain, almost a whisper,
now hiding in the recesses of my soul.
Deep within my heart.
The will to be, just beyond reach,
Now only a dream.......

© Copyright Barry N Davidson

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