“I found that the soul is a mirror and it shows us the inside world of a person.” Nia Holden
A reflection outward, reflecting in,
Where does the image really begin?
All that is without reflects that inside
And nothing within is ever to hide
We expose our insides with all that we write
Though sometimes we hide, to keep out of sight
People see us from all of the angles
Insides showing, reflections the soul dangles
Insides showing outside, outside shining in
It’s hard to understand where the image does begin
As writers we keep trying to discover
Which side of the image is the other.