Apr 18
the mirrorless child sits alone
wondering which truth is their own
for they were not taught of twists and plots
or shown visions of their own worth
comfort zones aren't made of heroes
who you become is not your reflection
which holds the truth
but the devil has his own house of mirrors
and I wouldn't dare to enter
wondering which truth is their own
for they were not taught of twists and plots
or shown visions of their own worth
comfort zones aren't made of heroes
who you become is not your reflection
which holds the truth
but the devil has his own house of mirrors
and I wouldn't dare to enter
I wrote this poem about my own self discovery, growing up, struggling with identity, self worth and the confusion of this all mixed with life when left to navigate it on my own, without direction. I feel like many of us can relate to these same circumstances. I'd love to read your perspectives!
