The Woman in the Mirror

 

A mirrored reflection holds the painful truth,

Blossoming beauty is not what I find.

My image has not changed much over time,

The years have not been kind.

Daily I struggle to ignore the reflection,

that boldly stares right back,

A constant reminder of all my flaws,

and everything else that I lack.

My skin is uneven, my hair is a mess

and my lips are much too big.

My sanctuary lies in a deep, dark hole,

that I long since started to dig.

However, I’m becoming weary of this,

while hiding from the mirror everyday.

It’s time to face the truth head on,

and view myself in a different way.

Slowly, I’m starting to realize,

God has blessed me far deeper than the eye.

For too long, I’d been kicking myself,

asking my reflection, “Why?”

But my reflection has answered me all along;

for the mirror reflects the truth.

I’ve been blessed with a beauty so profoundly deep,

and the woman in the mirror is proof.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Bittersweet Memories

 

Bittersweet memories of you

are still deep in my heart.

I wish that I could forget you,

and make a fresh new start.

 

Every time I think I’ve succeeded,

and left you in my past,

those bittersweet memories come rushing back,

like waves rolling fierce and fast.

 

Bittersweet memories make me want

to reach out and touch you again.

Curiosity is growing and I can’t help

but wonder how your life has been.

 

Bittersweet memories bring to me

happiness and sadness at the very same time.

As I reflect back on a time long ago,

when I was yours and you were mine.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

A Space Unfilled

 

I often sit and wonder where you are now,

with whom you are with, what you’re doing and how.

You crossed my mind, that unforgettable face.

The memory is still vivid, in my heart, there’s still a place.

There is a gap in my heart, that remains open wide.

It has yet to be filled, so the pain can subside.

Maybe this space will never be filled.

When we went our separate ways, 

a part of me was forever killed.

See, the memory of you will always be there.

As I reflect on our past, with sadness, I stare.

  By Sylvia Porter-Hall

New Friends!

 

 

Blessings come in all sizes and forms,

such as new friends that enter in.

Like an unexpected breath of fresh air,

I wonder where they’ve been.

 

Napowrimo crossed my path,

with some truly awesome folks.

Effervescent and invigorating,

like a cold thirst-quenching coke.

 

Taking in so much beautiful work,

only makes me want to read more.

I pray that all continue to write,

there’s so much more in store.

 

The formal benchmark is no longer there,

as Napowrimo comes to an end.

A call for all to stay connected,

my new wonderfully gifted friends.

Keep writing!

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Fem-Flirtation

 

The wink of an eye, the gentle sway of her hips,

the enticing way that words fall from her lips.

A sideways glance, the hint of a smile,

all eyes on her, a sight so worthwhile.

From girlish giggles to womanly laughter,

she’s the main attraction ~ the before and the after.

A jazzy walk with a stylish flair,

the icing on the cake, her beautiful hair.

You’ve caught her attention but only for a moment,

the ball’s in her court ~ she definitely owns it.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Joy in the Midnight Hour

 

Crimson red, bursts of gold,

God’s beautiful story, breathe colors bold.

Blessed are those who heed his power,

for joy does come in the midnight hour.

When daylight dawns, trouble may return,

His people bear witness to all they have learned.

Their testimonies risk both life and limb,

but the most important thing is to honor Him.

He who gave them proof of his power,

through the joy that came in the midnight hour.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Outspoken

 

 

Some say whatever comes to mind,

with hints of sarcasm, through teeth that grind.

 They have no care for whom they hurt,

with the feelings of others, they carelessly flirt.

 The broken pieces left scattered behind,

the shattered framework of tortured minds.

 Blown away by words of distasteful expression,

anxiety is high ~ a pending depression.

 If outspoken words are not carefully chosen,

isolation is inevitable, for in time, words are frozen.

 

 By Sylvia Porter-Hall

A Humble Acquaintance

 

As I peer out of my bedroom window,

the dreariest of days emerges.

While making its less than humble acquaintance,

it casts a broad shadow across my expectant forehead.

No glimmer of sunshine anywhere to be found,

yet I make my acquaintance anyway.

Endless overcast clouds ~ Where could the sun be hiding?

Maybe at rest, as it has a lot of shining to do,

and many expectant foreheads to cast its rays upon.

The looming clouds have made their heavy presence known,

they will indeed, be here for a while.

 

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Forgive and Forget

 

Forgiving is a difficult feat,

yet is it possible to ever truly forget?

To completely void out a past hurt or betrayal,

or would forgiveness be easier?

It would seem not, for to exonerate one,

who has hurt you to your core,

is a lesson in humility that you did not ask for.

Yet, forgiveness is the key to releasing the hold,

that controls all those pent-up emotions.

But the very act of forgiving is emotional in itself, right?

So, what is one to do when forgiveness comes a calling?

You could always just….forget about it!

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Her Wisdom Overflows

 

Her wisdom overflows like a river running wild,

life experiences are the basis of her afrocentric style.

Her beauty is ageless, for it is not evident upon her face,

she is a gift to womanhood ~ a tribute to her race.

With a wave of her graceful hand, she can stop you cold,

while her seasoned and motherly aura right before your eyes unfolds.

The richness of her heritage is evident when she speaks,

she has everyone’s attention, curiosity is at its peak.

She speaks with a voice that is firmly rooted from within,

you can’t help but wonder about the places she has been.

She listens very intently as she quietly observes the room,

surrounding her is a wall of knowledge ~ a halo of wisdom looms.

I only wish I had met her so many years before,

I am honored to be graced by her confident presence,

and from her I want to learn more.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall