A Mirror for My Soul

All her life, she sought the flame,

A love unreturned, yet burned the same.

As if its warmth could mend her scars,

She chased the light in endless stars.

 

Why did she believe in love’s embrace,

To heal the pain no time could erase?

A fragile heart, both fierce and frail,

Yearning for sails that caught no gale.

 

She journeyed through a barren maze,

Each step consumed by longing’s haze.

A whisper of hope, a fleeting gleam,

Yet love remained a distant dream.

 

Men approached with hollow eyes,

Weaving webs of empty lies.

They sought her flesh, her soul, her grace,

But never saw her inner space.

 

To them, she was a fleeting thrill,

A pet, a pawn, a void to fill.

She bore their scorn, their greedy hands,

Her heart a wasteland of shifting sands.

Still, she rose, her spirit whole,

Her quest for love her guiding goal.

“Call me names, your judgment rains,

But I won’t falter through the pain.”

 

A deeper void she tried to mend,

A love denied, a wound that won’t end.

The absent father, the silent kin,

Left echoes of love that dwelled within.

 

Yet destiny carved a solemn plea:

A broken soul she’d always be.

A girl adrift in a world unkind,

Forever seeking what she’ll never find

 

But still, she dreams, through tears and strife,

Of tender moments in a shared life.

Talking in evenings, soft and low,

Meeting on weekends, letting love grow.

 

Smiling between kisses, hearts in flight,

Sharing that last sweet pizza bite.

Her heart races with hope untamed,

A fragile spark that won’t be claimed.

 

They say, “If it’s sad, it’s not the end,”

She believes someday her path will bend.

Someone will come, her clarity,

A mirror for her soul to see