Mirror Mirror on the wall,
What do you think of me?
I am much more than you see
I don’t think you know me at all.
Where as you reflect the layer you see,
Please ascertain there is more of me,
I can’t hope that bone and skin
Will let you see what lies within.
I am a writer with passion, filled with art,
Natural spirit and a giving heart,
And maybe beauty isn’t mine,
But flesh alone will not speak for me.
I am a book, come read my Story.
©rarepen
R