The Mirror on the Wall 10-23-2012

The Mirror on the Wall

The mirror on the wall,

It does not see it all.

Deep down into the core,

The beauty, there is much more.

It does not see the pain,

And the wisdom you have gained.

It can see the wrinkle in time,

But not the laughter that defined.

It only see's the outside,

Not the you that's really there.

It doesn't see the warm

Embrace that's waiting 

for you to share.

It can not see the smile

That is hidden beneath your skin.

The failures you have had,

Or even the wins.

The anger that is deep

And threatens to seep.

It only see's the cover,

Not the story hid beneath!

  P. Contreras

Invisible 9-5-2012

Invisible

I live in an invisible world, 

It is my invisible world.

A world I have made because

I don't stand up for myself.

I don't make myself important.

Everyone else is more important than me

And now, I am invisible.

I look into the mirror and 

I do not see me, I see someone else.  

I am invisible.

Where am I, 

She left years ago to raise children

And to keep a husband.

Her dreams are gone, but hopefully

Not forgotten.

I hope soon she will show herself to me,

And become visible once again.

                       P. Contreras 

On This Day the Bloom Unfolds March 2005

On This Day the Bloom Unfolds

1-2-3-4-5, tiny fingers
1-2-3-4-5, tiny toes
A miracle, God knows
This miracle from within,
This miracle from you and me,
A child
So meek and mild.

Through the years
he will grow,
Through the years he'll
learn and know,
The love, the gift of
life we've given him,
This miracle from within!
    
                               P. Contreras

This poem was written five years after the birth of my son.  I wrote it outside of his school before I picked him up one day.  I guess I was feeling a little emotional.