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Mirror-Mirror In Your Head

A poem about recognizing your two mirrors

A closet-mirror that reflects a woman observing her body. A white dress hangs on the wall.
Photo by Gantas Vaičiulėnas on Unsplash

Oh yes, I feel the roaring yelps
You pour into pillows nightly
I hear the screeching afterthoughts
Of your old ruminating ways

You asked for space; grace I gave you
But insomnia and unrest
Agonize you at every turn
Resounding your barbaric yawps

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Selma

Selma

‘Ordinary’ selmamartin.com Reader-Writer/Learner-Enthusiast. Late Bloomer/Slow Reader. Believer: Miracles & Kindness. Living reverently in healing frequency 💗

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