I wake up and look in the mirror
Cringe at the disheveled sight
Every imperfection
Blemished cheeks and bloodshot eyes
My every critique
Every
Part
Of
Me
Has me screaming
My nose grows
Every line in my face now creasing
So seemingly
Devoid of beauty, destined to be the beast…
So I step back
And breathe
And see
Me,
…Really
Then suddenly,
the mirror is scratched,
chipped, and dirty
I exchange my eyes
For crystal clear, pristine
Honesty
And it’s still not perfect
But it’s me.
And my imperfections
Are almost too small to see
Manageable, at least
And as I sit in sonder
I see tragedy
Everybody
Sees
Themselves
Like I saw me
The only way to inner peace?
Polish the looking glass
Use it
Lovingly
true….the mirror for eyes cannot reflect the true self….it requires the mirror for heart…..
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NICE.
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Haha thank you 🙂
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Manson not.
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Beautifully expressed! ❤️. : )
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Thank you so much 🙂
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