Title: The Looking-Glass Self
Source: Weekend Writing Prompt # 142– Looking-glass
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 64 words
I’m looking at you through the glass, terrified to try again.
You won’t accept easy answers, repeating I’d be a fool to expect a different future.
Life’s only promise is my broken heart will never mend.
No one tells you how quickly epidemics spread, cuts you down, becomes your home.
Evaporated dreams reflected inside my tortured head makes me question: Was it ever real?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer