Faces

There's a woman's face upon the wall
It's there each and every night
A shadow cast out from within a tree
That disappears within the light

There's a woman's face upon the wall
Independent, strong and bold
A picture painted, beautiful
Sky blue surrounds its road

There's a woman's face inside my head
And also in my heart
A guiding light that leads my path
The reason for this start

There's a woman's face, she waits for me
I promised to come back
I will not break this promise
So my belongings, I shall pack

There's a future face and it is mine
I see it clearly there
The face inside the mirror
No longer with a cold, blank stare

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

I pictured walking into an art gallery and seeing each face you mentioned painted as a self-portrait on the wall. I love how not many can have the same face and how different they look when seen up close. The fourth stanza really packed a punch for me simply because the man knows how to stick to his promises and come back to her. I also love how you ended this with seeing yourself and how the character finally seems to have found a purpose.