Poems from Sara Galbraith
I am like a piece of fine china--
I was born perfect;
no chips, no scratches,
perfectly beautiful.
my colors were once vibrant and...
Mirrors lie—
Or at best, they tell half-truths;
Because a mirror can’t see what lies beneath—
A mirror can’t reflect my soul.
I look...
Where am I going?
Where have I gone?
I look at myself knowing
That the me I portray is a con.
When I look inside myself I see
This isn’t...