Saturday, April 2, 2016

Poetry: The Mirror Doth Lie

Glance at these worn hands
Read their life story
Too much manual labor
Not enough love
Endured pain
Survived
Struggling to remain unbroken
Certainly such atrocities to nature
Should never be given such a gift as a ring

The mirror hides the details
The mirror smiles pleasantly
The mirror doesn't reveal the texture
The mirror catches the polish and ignores the nail

Examine the face
Find its age within its creases
The eyes are restless
Small scars of abuse lie strewn about
(Like dirty laundry in a boy's bedroom)
See the smile?
It's tired and forced
(More of a frown forced into the wrong shape)
Pores galore!
Nothing soft in this fat face
Pockmarks found

The mirror shows youth
The mirror reveals fair perfection
The mirror exhibits merriment
The mirror broadcasts the basic chick and ignores the woman

Analyze the feet
How many miles have they traveled?
How many mistakes have they endured at the hands of their sovereign?
They look elongated
The toes are bent strangely
Dry and worn out

The mirror shows

What?!

What can a piece of glass show?

It's only accurate after it's shattered.

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