Each moment, A MIRROR staring at me

Reflecting a self that I don’t want to see

Each word and each action, each step and each thought

Telling me who I am…and who I am not.

 

The mirrors grow nearer and clearer with time

Each day reveals more unerasable grime

On a heart that has rusted from layers of snow

And feet that have wandered with no place to go

Hands caked with dust atrophying beside

A body that’s felt the oppression of pride

Eyes covered with filth, having seen what they’ve seen

Ears filled with the silence of nightmarish screams.

 

These mirrors grow bigger, look deeper until….

I come to the end and lie silent and still.

And over my coffin, a red mirror’s gaze

SHALLows and puts a sweet smile on my face

For the journey is over and honesty’s dead

It is made obsolete by the blood that’s been shed…

 

(The truth is of value now to just a few–

Not those who can SEE–but the ones that choose to

And not just to see but to change and to grow

And hope that death’s mirror has something to show

Something deeper than smiles, than the skin on their bones

But a warm heart that beats and in HONESTY groans

For the Mirror of Mirrors to CHANGE what it’s been

And turn these foul ASHES TO BEAUTY again.