Reflection

• Sashini Senadeera, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2009

I see a girl,
Who weeps from within,
A feeble spirit,
Never strengthening,
Inside her hope prospers,
And love prevails,
To her he is everything,
Yet quietly she ails,
To him she is just another,
To her he is the world,
This cruel, biased love,
This sad, broken girl,
I look at her closely,
I feel unease,
Looking in the mirror
Is she really me?