You see that face in the mirror,
With the raccoon eyes,
Trudging through life,
In a blur;
She hosts a soul with enough fire ,
To set the land ablaze;
A Heart with enough love,
To spray onto others
And still have more;
That face in the mirror,
Who looks like she can’t take
Anything- anymore,
Still has fight within her;
All she needs is a little love,
From the face staring back at her;
The soul within,
Might be tired-
But it is not yet done.
Great poem! May that fighting spirit never die!
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I love this! So wonderful.
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Beautiful lines.
In love with the last para.
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Love this
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Thank you! I am happy to hear it 😄
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