The Mirror of Emotion
Storms happiness sadness and laughter
The Mirror of Emotion
Some days I look in the mirror
and see every storm I survived.
The face is older, softer,
but the eyes remember every wave.
Emotion does not fade with age.
It settles deeper, like roots in wet soil.
Tears turn into understanding,
anger into quiet knowing.
We are made of what we feel.
The hurt, the laughter, the regrets.
All of it woven into the skin
like light trapped in glass.
I no longer hide what moves me.
I let it pass through,
because holding it too long
only makes it heavy.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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We can learn a lot of looking at ourselves in the mirror or however we can. Good job.