I tripped over myself last night, clumsy
Mirror reflecting empty spaces as I stood
Looking through them…it hangs on my closet
Door, a fitting place for a mirror, considering
The secrets held within the image looking
Back at me, and I thought to delve there but
That doppelganger shook our heads, knowing
Glass is not the only thing easily broken should
I manage to find those empty spaces and put names
To them…
END
“Clumsy Mirror”
Take care,
Sherry
love,
eileen
Thanks for sharing!!
Love Tinka
Excellent work. Your need to write has been justified.
Lisa