The Mirror's Lie

An image peers back

All battered and bruised

Someone defeated

Both lonely and used

A young woman's heart

With hate for herself

A desire to be noticed

Leaves her Soul on the shelf

Why don't I look

The way others do

Magazines and movies

Tell me the truth

This world wants one thing

A pencil thin waist

With bones poking out

Yet covered in lace

The mirror it screams

Just a few more pounds

I can't take it no more

Her brokenness sounds

Then a voice in a whisper

So sweet in her ear

You are fearfully made

And cherished my Dear

Why do you hate

What I skillfully craft

I know you better

And I never make trash

Every cell in your body

Every last one

Is something quite special

Yet I am not done

I have a plan and a purpose

For this beauty so rare

To shine in this world

So do not despair

I love you so much

That I died for you

I would not have said this

If it were not true

This world does not see

What real beauty means

For it does not know

The Creator it seems

So trust that I

Made you so unique

And what I placed in you

Is what you should seek

Dream (a tad of my poetry)

Those tiny hands and tiny toes

Reaching up towards her face

Those big eyes staring at her own

Time stands frozen in this place

She awakens from her slumber

Reality is there to greet

For those tiny hands and tiny toes

Belong to one she'll never meet

Why oh why can I not have

What so many do not want

What I'd give to hold one so close

But to them no second thought

They smoke and drink and even kill

While a human grows inside

Do they not know what a gift they have?!

Give that child to me! she cried

Her knees landed with a thud

Her hands were wet with tears

Her heart was broken, her body ached

After all these many years

Treatments didn't work at all

No surgery could it fix

Barren... what an ancient word

Her curse, her stolen bliss

When Rage and Anger left the room

She stood there all alone

I wish they knew what a gift to have

Such a garden in their home

The sounds of laughter running round

With the music of infant tears

Gladly would I trade this life

For that noise to bless my ears

The night surrounded her again

As it darkened the room's decor

She slid herself back into bed

To dream that dream once more

Those tiny hands and tiny toes

Reached up towards her face

She sweetly smiled and laughed again

Hope lives in this secret place

-LK