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The mirror cracked my eye;  If looking glasses are dark,  then why should I look?

Give me the roses back,  and I will seek truth elsewhere;  And why should I acquire knowledge that hurts?

Scripture and philosophy blurred my vision,  and I weary in sifting;  Then why should I stare?

I long for simplicity,  and ache for blissful ignorance,  or peaceful acceptance.

My image has changed,  or is it my perception?  Is it the mirror or my eye?


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4 Responses

  1. Caroline says:

    I sympathize with the yearning and confusion expressed so eloquently in the poem. Thanks.

  2. CatherineWO says:

    Beautiful…thank you.

  3. AmyB says:


  4. Jenny says:

    You have an impressive talent. I also read your question from your last post and wanted to share what I found about following the prophet at

    Sorry for mixing one subject with your poem, but I didn’t know how else to share.

    ps Thanks for expressing your poetry.

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