My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man staring back at me.
The face I recognized,
But he had hair of gray, and there were wrinkles around the eyes.
I waved. I rubbed the mirror with my sleeve.
No matter what I tried, he simply wouldn't leave.
This can't be me, I thought. I am much more svelte.
Just look at the way the belly hangs over his belt!
I also thought it was very queer.
The hair stopped growing atop his head and was growing out of each ear!
Who was this imposter, and what is he doing there,
this man of age with silver in his hair?
Why is my mirror doing this to me?
Having this old man staring back at me?
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
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This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
More beautiful
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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There once was this girl.
She had the most beautiful face.
Her eyes shone like di
I feel so heavy, really tired of what
I'm carrying right now.
I wanted to howl an
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
Tomorrow's Unrevealed Blessings
Never judge the situation by the appearance
But by the Creator, who has your best interes
Don't live in anger, with fear and regrets.
Seek forgiveness and lay your pain to rest.
