I am currently writing a poetry series called ‘Mirror Monologues’. It is about the private thoughts and conversations you have with yourself.
Let me know your thoughts! This first poem is called ‘Beauty and the beast’:
Sometimes I look in the mirror and I’m pretty; Im happy with what I see.
Taking in the gem before me I serenade myself with my eyes and breathtakingly sign
Oh my, oh my – best believe I am too fine.
I blink and with the bat of an eye the vision before me brings such a surprise
Heartbreaking – I cry
This beast with two eyes stares back at me.
How is it in a split second, the second splits and all at once I am faced with such a contradiction?
My mind splits and all at once beauty and the beast stand before me.
They say the mind’s amazing and it is an amazing that I am for and against myself all at once – I don’t know.
I want to embrace myself – just as I am.
I say – just as I am – take me, just as I am.
Yet behind the bravado I won’t take myself, can’t take it.
I fight the frailty, a fragile ego set soft upon two sassy legs – open or shut I don’t know.
I fight to keep them closed as I walk, strut, stroll around the globe firing my mouth off on twitter.