Unwanted Reflection

They say you can't hate your face,
that it's a mirror of love, a trace
of two hearts entwined, a gentle thread,
a story of warmth in the life they led.

But when I look, I see a wound,
a history carved, a love marooned.
Not a blessing, not a gift—
just the weight of a fate adrift.

I was a child of convenience, made,
not from longing, but plans that frayed.
A reflection not of love, but loss,
of what could have been, of paths uncrossed.

In my face, I find their sighs,
their hardships, echoes, silent cries.
A history I never chose to bear,
yet it lingers—always there.

~ Sara D. Aars

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