Mirrors

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Mirrors

Running I am always running through a hall of mirrors...They all reflect me but they do not run with me,they stand and laugh...They beat me with there words and I fall hard...I try to stand but it is hard when you have nothing at all...But as I lay one mirror in front of me does not laugh,but stares...He stands proud deifying,alone but strong...Through my sorrow I weep,"how do you stand so proud? Everybody belives in you.How do you do it?"And with a cold stare he answered,"Because I defy myself.You say I can't but I say I will.When I feel like I am falling I stand,When I feel I know nothing,I go searching,When I think I am weak,I become stronger..." Still through the sadness I ask once more."Please tell me.How do I become strong like you?" Then he smiled and said "but I am you..."

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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