Poems from BrittHugh
Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Why do I hide behind a mask and walls?
If I were to show the real me, would people run?
Would they stay with me...
Strange, different, unique
Words people use to describe me
But this is far from reality
or at least so I believed
Looking in this mirror...
Standing behind the curtain
I look out and see
white porcelain staring back at me
Now I know for certain
There is nothing here
for me...
Can you see the light in a thunderstorm?
Can you see the beauty in the rain?
Can you feel His presence?
reaching for you through the pain...
Thought I might be a simple girl
my life is full and is in a contstant twirl.
Nothing is ever as it seems, or so the saying goes
but in...