Dysmorphic

Poetry 1 Minute

I’m reposting this poem I wrote, because I’m feeling it today…

Acquiescent Soul

Mirror, mirror,

Why is she the most fair?

Seething in self-sight,

Legs full of hair,

with a dress so tight.

All desires floating in air,

Reality not so contraire.

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Published by theacquiescentsoul

I'm just trying to find my place in life. Although I'm 45 and it might seem like it's a tad late to try and figure that all out, I know that I'm not in a place I want to be. So, my life is under a state of evolution and I am not sure how it will change.

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