A poem I came up with while feeling sad while washing the dishes after dinner and I saw my reflection in a window. I call it "In the world of my reflection"
In the world of my reflection, do I feel sad? In the world of my reflection, do I feel glad? In the world of my reflection, am I able to solve all my problems? In the world of my reflection, do I hide my feelings, lock it up in a locker? In the world of my reflection, am I happy or am I sad? In the world of my reflection, is it peace for which I grasp? In the world of my reflection, is there yelling, or is it quiet? In the world of my reflection, do I break down, or do I fight it? In the world of my reflection, I may never know what it's like. In the world of my reflection, for you I’ll continue the fight.





















