Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Mirror Image

And what of it?
We are all born naked and remain so 
But only in the mirror
And to a rare few 
Still, even then, we are not wholly true 
Unless you are one that is blessed to see through
And when they meet, these ones who do
All else falls away, only truth remains
In unencumbered glory and unspeakable pains
And so each day, I see in your faces
The lies you store in poorly hidden places
The lies you choose to wear each day
When from the mirror, you step away

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