The mirror is fluid.
It tells me too much.
I tried to shatter it one day but
my hand penetrated the surface.
That’s when I knew.
I go through it, get in behind it,
and see myself in raw truth.
The first experience brought tears,
overwhelmed by the harshness of the view.
Reflection is gentler.
I learned to use it to cut down
self-delusion.
There are no more tears,
but there is fear.
Unfiltered honesty, like any weapon,
is powerful and dangerous.
No comments:
Post a Comment