Mirror Image

Holding tightly to my youth
As my crowning glory turns to gray
Deep inside I still feel the same
But that’s not what the mirror’s say

The mirror used to be my friend
She portrayed me with radiant light
She championed my every effort
In which I took delight

But the mirror is calloused toward me now
Not always showing the best side of me
She is blunt and in one single glance
Weather’s the young beauty I used to be

But the mirror does not know my heart
My appearance is all she sees
She has no idea of the beauty within
The woman I’ve grown to be

So if I had one wish it would be
For the mirror to meet my heart
Reflecting all the beauty still inside
The beauty that is my heart

Author: Marie Fitts

Wife, Mom, Daughter, Sister, Aunt, Friend, Writer, Dog Lover, Grated in and Grateful, Child of the Most High God! View all posts by Marie Fitts