Reflections

 

Every mirror shows

a different me;

infinite in possibility.

Ask these walls,

but they don’t care.

Go out side

and breathe the air.

 

I’m a natural disaster

come to shore.

I’m a debt collector

at the door.

I’m a memory

sparked by a smell.

I’m a secret

you will never tell.

 

This is going to be

a new day,

turning away

from my face.

Hard lines and turning grey,

but I was always this way.

 

Time is a lie

and so am I.

Wave to my reflections

like a favorite

good-bye.

 

 

HG – 2021

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