Extraordinary Destiny

I think about the mirror
In the corner of my room;
How it cracks and bends and breaks
Each shining clone.

The warp that runs right through it
Tells a tale of last and wit,
Though I know the face is
No more than my own.

But despite its varied limits
And the crack upon its face,
I would trust its broken echo
With my life;

For if ever I should stumble
Cross a pool of only charm
I would wonder how it lasts
Through toil and strife.

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2 thoughts on “Extraordinary Destiny”

  1. Hey Rebekah! It’s Al. ;] I didn’t comment yet on the WSS (been super busy), but this poem is definitely beautiful. I love how you wrote it and how the words just flow. :]

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