Lost Reflection - A Poem

In the mirror’s cold embrace, a stranger’s

gaze,

Eyes once known, now lost in haze.

Sculpted cheek and altered smile,

A face remade, yet not worthwhile.

Under the knife, dreams took shape,

Chasing beauty a grand escape.

Each cut, a promise to be reborn,

But identity, tattered and torn.

In pursuit of perfection’s gleam,

She forgot the self that used to dream.

Layers deep, the person hides

Behind facades where truth subsides.

The mirror speaks of flawless skin,

Yet echoes only emptiness within.

Each change a step further astray,

From the soul that knew its way.

Who am I? The question burns,

Amidst the beauty, a heart yearns.

For in the quest to be remade,

The essence of the self has frayed.

Lost in reflections, seeking signs,

In altered form, the spirit pines.

For what is beauty if not true,

To the self that once she knew?

In silent rooms, she tries to see,

A hint of who she used to be.

But shadows cast by every line,

Obscure the face fo the divine.

No knife can carve a heart’s desire,

Nor shape the soul, or light the fire.

In plastic dreams, the truth is clear,

The self once known, now disappears.

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