It is in the mirror
that I search for myself.
The one that never flinches
to tell me the truth.
No mirror for me that
says I am beautiful
when I feel
downright ugly mean
within.
None that tells me I am loved
when I hate myself
for not being
and for hating.
One that lets me
pretend and preen myself
in costumes I fancy.
And what with the faces
I make at it
in distaste.
The kisses I have blown
a thousand dreams
I have lived in its presence.
The mirror takes it all patiently
it never shouts backs
never weakens,
stays untarnished.
One time just one time
though
I saw my mirror weep
when within me there
was a death
that could only lay down
and sweat,in the coldness
it felt.
Though I tried and tried
I could not wipe away the tears
it grieved and shook
in its anguish
jumped off
breaking into
a bits and pieces
which bore images of me
it never should have all along.
Touching. Liked the imagery.
Beautiful introspection…lovely write Mary Annie 🙂
Beautifully revealed some core realities of life with a concrete imagery