Tuesday, 29 May 2012

mirror, mirror hanging on the wall.

 right now, i'm empty, lost and numb.
i used to have a clear fresh sparkle radiating within, showing through my laugh and my eyes,
I never had a problem looking in the mirror, I knew who I was, I didnt question myself.

lately now, after that fateful date, and after repeated blows,
 i'm finding a confusing, distant reflection in the mirror;
it's dull, my eyes dont seem to speak any more,
as though my soul is drying up.
where have i gone, where am i going?
i can feel i'm gradually losing the essence that makes me me.

it's strange and it hurts, to become aware of your own fading soul reflected through your eyes each time you look in the mirror.

- schapelle corby, my story.

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