#WritcoPoemPrompt53
A silver mirror kept in my room,
showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with it's silver gloom,
when it gets hit by the golden sunray,
Before it I bare myself,
It tears the veil off my flaw,
Looking at my insecurities face to face,
There is no judgement,
It shows me myself as I am,
Everyday I stare at the mirror,
Everyday I see the same person,
No changes good or bad,
Just me as I am,
My flaws and my strengths.


© DawnAtNight