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THE MIRROR OF MY EYES by Mariann Martland

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Self portrait by the author, Mariann Martland


The Mirror of My Eyes  
by Mariann Martland

Maybe at the start there was me
Maybe in the end there was you

Oh heart, you shone
Out of the window to my mind
Into the reflection of my soul

I took you down
To the chasm of my womb
Where you grew
beyond all I could sustain

I tried
I raised mountains to keep you
Still, silent, mine
You

My solid ocean in the moon
Were the ground I became upon

Then ceremoniously melted
In corruptions of faith
Tar, flowing from my pours

And you
Always you
Watching through the mirror of my eyes

The mirror of my treachery
Marking your territory
Showing me you live
My cradle of death

Taking all light from the blackest night
Pulling me to your abyss

Maybe at the start there was me
Maybe in the end there was you
Self portrait by the author, Mariann Martland

Mariann Martland is a writer, a seeker, a lover, a friend. She is a woman finding her voice in a very real world where she cannot help but dream. She wholeheartedly believes in the universe, love, connection and strength of human spirit, even when she is overwhelmed or confused by life; there is usually at least one moment in each day when she feels overwhelmed or confused by life. Through writing she dances in the dark and breathes in the light. More of her words can be found at her blog here and on her Facebook page here.    


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  1. UnknownDecember 8, 2015 at 6:40 AM

    This is a powerful piece. Deep, almost haunting like a heartbeat under water. Thank you for sharing.

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  2. Tracie NicholsDecember 8, 2015 at 9:36 AM

    No words Mariann. Simply a shared sense of knowing this place. Deep {{bows}} to your exquisite creative voice.

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