Talk to me and feel yourself flooding my vacuum
And when you feel hollow, I will pour into you,
words and inspiration, that are not my ownIn your darkness, I will shine light
Do you know it takes black to define white?
You can throw your sorrows at me…
And they will stay in me and I’ll harden
And when you cry, I will hold you with your own strength

You feel empty, I will fill you…and take your shape
Your rigidity hurts you, and your hurt, that you pass to me, will soften your core

Whatever you do, I will surround you, and complement you in all that you do
So that you feel free or compelled to change
And see your other faces
All that you need, you’ll take from meWhen you thank me, you’ll never realize,
that I gave you, what you yourself generated…and lost.

But when you reach out your hand to touch me
You’ll realize I’m just cold glass ……shattered at one blow

My shards cut your fingers and let blood flow
I feel no remorse – you’ll feel it for having broken me
Tears you cry and vow never to repeat your folly

You’ll put me together again,
and be reminded to this pain,
when you see your own blood streaked across my face..unerasable

Mirrors never cry.

17 thoughts on “Mirrors don’t cry”
  1. But for a mirror that is so much a part of him, the man would rather put it together and keep sitting in front of it forever…. while the blood stained fissures start appearing as a crimson veil to him.Wouldn’t he?
    I.S., you never stop leaving people awestruck with your beautiful way with words..don’t you?

  2. One of the darker expressions of your mind.
    But do remember that even broken mirrors can be forged together again….

  3. @Arjun- But forged mirrors remain forged, and give you a distorted image. You might not see it, but the blood stains remain.

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