Staring at the mirror
eyes see
a reflection, unfamiliar
gazing back at me
A stranger, clearer
as if in 4k HD TV
the vision eerier
than what should be
The guileful steerer
on a hateful spree
of vicious words that simmer
spilling filter free
a rising trigger
the guarantee
of disappointment, bitter
refusing the plea
to absolve, reconsider
the incredible fee
the crushing toll of silver
asked of me
shaken, I quiver
wishing to be free
of that reflection nearer
than absent devotee
the taker not the giver
will not let me be.
I blink.
Staring at the mirror
I see
a reflection, familiar
gazing back at me
An ally, clearer
as if in 4k HD TV
the vision happier
than what used to be
A supportive cheerer
on a loving spree
of soft words that glimmer
spilling filter free
a vanishing trigger
the guarantee
of encouragement, kinder
making the decree
to absolve, reconsider
the incredible fee
a colossal reward of silver
given to me
uplifted, I quiver
being set free
by that reflection nearer
my present devotee
the giver not the taker
letting me see me.
Photo by Fares Hamouche on Unsplash
