Promptly poetry entries |
Reflection I look into the mirror, What do I see? Reflections of a woman Looking back at me. Gone are the youthful antics. Gone is the first bloom of love. Now what I see are wrinkles, And time now seems to shove. I recognize the woman Where once a child stood; In some ways there's struggle, But where I am is good. REFLECTION ▶︎ ![]() |