I am a mirror, a cup of coffee, a waterfall, unbroken.

by Kaitlyn K

January 2, 2015

I am a mirror.

I reflect the look of others.

Even with no influence

I am never blank.

Elusive, colorless, sharp

I sit there and stare

until one day I shatter

or someone breaks me

into a thousand little bits

of bad luck and spiteful tone.

I am a cup of coffee.

I invite you in

only to burn you

and draw you back again.

Manipulative, addicting, bold

I go from bitter to sickeningly sweet

with a just a little additive or adoration.

I am a waterfall.

I rush through life

surging, lashing, breaking through

the walls, barricades, that desperately

try to hold me back

from my dominance.

And they can't.

I can't be broken, sweetened, stopped.

You can put a filter on me.

A thousand, a million

pounds of responsibility and eye shadow.

You can call me every name in the book

that no one's even read.

You can bend me to the core

with your hatred, your bitterness, your love.

But I will not break.

I refuse to let your influence

tell me I'm not good enough.

Dammit, I'm good enough!

You can watch as I rise

and as I'm pushed off every cliff.

But you, I promise it,

you will see me come again.

I will rise up from each ash that burns me,

every gear that stops turning

every hand across my face

every moment that I hear no,

I will rise!

At my core

I am nothing

if not strong.

I am iron,

broken, melted, shaped, burnt, destroyed,

but I am always iron.

I am my element

no matter what you do.

I cannot

I will not

Be broken.

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