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
