Fear her that mirror…

..she’ll show me truth..who’s truth?

Mine. Yours. Society. World.

Words rush forward, blur reflection…

..interpretation, misrepresentation…

…mirror…and your facets.

Fastest to stare, blare…dare.

It’s all there..in the mirror.

Reflection, interpreting…

..muse put to task..so much in that mirror…

…to fear. Learn. Love.

—————–

Submitted as part of Jingle’s Poetry Potluck-Reflections, Interpretations and Musings

Advertisements