Smashed Mirrors

Probably my favorite by you. I'm speechlesss! Glad to see this nominated. Keep it up. :)

This is very very good!

A picture of the outside is
all you get to see in your
reflection. But what if the
answer you are looking for
is hidden somewhere within;
somewhere mirrors can never
reflect, unless...

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Just love the narration in this opening stanza...I somehow read this as a voice from someone else before the poem started if you know what I mean?

...you find a different angle

Smash those mirrors then
stand in front of them. Yes,
that's how a straying person
looks like from the inside.

There is anger here I think...smashing those mirrors would, of course, make the picture look totally different..I've seen myself in a broken mirror and...actually, it intrigued me more than horrified me!

that's how a straying person
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I feel how wasn't quite right in this line...maybe who or what?

Like one of those untraceable
maps; every part of you is on
a different road, but altogether
they lead to nowhere. And like a
field of doubts, every turn has
got to be questioned.

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Yes...you're identity can be seen totally differently when looking at in in tiny pieces..yet...we are still the same person yes?

Lost and insecure; you are to be
left wandering, with bloody hands,
scattered reflection, and an unclear
destination. Where to go now?

You left us with a question...I liked that too!

Nice...I enjoyed it!

Awesome, great imagery in this.
Love how you can take a smashed mirror and turn it into something very deep.

When you read this you can picture yourself and imagine how crazy you would appear in a smashed mirror.

good job.

I could relate to this, honestly you've described that feeling of despair in a way very specific, broken mirror pieces, I would have never thought of that, you came up with great ideas

A picture of the outside is
all you get to see in your
reflection. But what if the
answer you are looking for
is hidden somewhere within;
somewhere mirrors can never
reflect, unless...

...you find a different angle

I love this!! I like it because it just works so well and is a great idea and worded perfectly, but also because in society everyone is being pressured to be beautiful and perfect on the outside and not focus on what is inside of us. So much people look into mirrors for beauty on the outside and I wish I could invent one which shows people how beautiful they truly are. so loved your opening!

Smash those mirrors then
stand in front of them. Yes,
that's how a straying person
looks like from the inside.

- again, I like the idea of the mirror and how you have now smashed it, again 2 different things come to mind. First being how broken this person feels inside and depressed lost etc, but 2nd thing is if we never had mirrors in the world or they were all broken I think people would more realise and focus on the innner beauty we have. Loved it!

Like one of those untraceable
maps; every part of you is on
a different road, but altogether
they lead to nowhere. And like a
field of doubts, every turn has
got to be questioned.

- Sooo much to say about this tiny little stanza. I can, and many will, relate to the feeling of being so lost and like you have so many cross roads infront of you and you never know which one to take, but our insecurities force us to think that none of them will lead us anywhere good anyway. The fields of doubts is just amazing, and how every turn needs to be questioned, I relate to this because when we have severe doubt about ourslef and who we are we question and ponder on every single thing we ever do. You captured this perfect.

Lost and insecure; you are to be
left wandering, with bloody hands,
scattered reflection, and an unclear
destination. Where to go now?

- quite a deep ending expressing what is now really being reflected in the shattered mirror and how wrong people have it of what they were to view in the full mirror.
I love the bloody hands because if you had smashed the mirror then this would be so true, also the scattered reflection which represents also the roads you referred to early. If everything is shattered then perhaps the roads are all jumbled up further and you end with thinking where the hell do I go now.

I truly loved this poem, thought the idea was brilliant and yet so simple and honest. Added to my favourites and nominated. I related to this so much and I thank you for having the talent to write it and the strength to share it :) x