Broken Mirrors - Poem
I had an idea this week to write a poem based on the concept of "Broken Mirrors". As with many of my writings, this poem is one about self belief and personal growth. It is about a young man trying to find his true self, looking in a mirror. This mirror, like the title says, is broken, with cracks, smashed glass and all the other things broken mirrors have.
He wonders if the mirror is showing him his true self, a broken, defeated, lost person, searching aimlessly for the cure, or is it just because of the broken mirror that his reflection is distorted and filled with this emptiness and as he ponders this he realizes that it is only because of the smashed up mirror that his world seems broken and obliterated.
His true self is not this way.
I hope you enjoy the reading of this poem
Wishing you a wonderful Shavuos.
Yitzy Schweitzer
He wonders if the mirror is showing him his true self, a broken, defeated, lost person, searching aimlessly for the cure, or is it just because of the broken mirror that his reflection is distorted and filled with this emptiness and as he ponders this he realizes that it is only because of the smashed up mirror that his world seems broken and obliterated.
His true self is not this way.
I hope you enjoy the reading of this poem
Wishing you a wonderful Shavuos.
Yitzy Schweitzer
Broken Mirrors - Poem
Trying to find who I am,
Who is the true me,
Trying to understand myself,
With my talents and insecurities.
Staring at my reflection,
In all but a broken mirror,
All I see is cracks and shattered glass,
As the ray of my light grows thinner.
Is the mirror broken because of me?
Am I truly a broken soul?
For is the mirror a reflection of me,
Or a false narrative hanging on the wall?
Yet, soon I realise, I don't need the mirror,
For I'm only looking at things from a distorted perspective,
How can I see the real me,
When the mirror I stare into can't even see what is being reflected.
What is truthful in a world reflecting lies,
If honesty is false, tell me who should I believe,
If what in this mirror is a lie,
Than the answer to my question cannot be answered by this fractured reality.
My heart knows my truth,
My heart is the realm where my truth lives,
I will answer my queries with the truth I know.
Devoid of falsehood, finding the peace that truth gives.
Trying to find who I am,
Who is the true me,
Trying to understand myself,
With my talents and insecurities.
Staring at my reflection,
In all but a broken mirror,
All I see is cracks and shattered glass,
As the ray of my light grows thinner.
Is the mirror broken because of me?
Am I truly a broken soul?
For is the mirror a reflection of me,
Or a false narrative hanging on the wall?
Yet, soon I realise, I don't need the mirror,
For I'm only looking at things from a distorted perspective,
How can I see the real me,
When the mirror I stare into can't even see what is being reflected.
What is truthful in a world reflecting lies,
If honesty is false, tell me who should I believe,
If what in this mirror is a lie,
Than the answer to my question cannot be answered by this fractured reality.
My heart knows my truth,
My heart is the realm where my truth lives,
I will answer my queries with the truth I know.
Devoid of falsehood, finding the peace that truth gives.
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