April

Issue 43

Rain Mirror

Joanna R. Smith
Poetry
Speculative

Silver rain,
a mirror in the wood,
shimmering reflects the stars
and should
I look a little closer
see my face,
perfect beauty shadowed,
out of place.
A little closer still
I see my heart,
bleeding, wicked, guilty
torn apart.
Closer yet,
and I can see my soul,
splintered there before me
isn’t whole.
My wishes
gave me beauty,
riches, style,
and yet
I have been ugly
all this while.
                                        

Copyright 2007, Joanna R. Smith. All rights reserved.

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