REFLECTED TRUTH
When I look into the mirror
Is it me I really see
Or some mere reflection
Of who I want to be
The face seems familiar
A two-dimensional view
But holds no depth of soul
The me does not shine through
I see deep lines and furrows
Carved by passing years
They do not show life full lived
No tell of steadfast fears
I see a mouth, a nose, and ears
Where they were just yesterday
I wonder if I would want to hear
What this man has to say
I worry if the man gazing back
Knows me like he should
Does he see a lesser person
Or perceive a lesser good
How do I tell this man
My failures on this side
To meet the expectations
To live our lives with pride
He must share my looks
Always shares my sorrow
For when he looks back at me
He’s hoping for tomorrow
Is this who I really am
This flat and time-worn face
I’d hoped for a greater man
To stare back in his place
MIRRORS: A special series of Reflections on Life and Love ❤️
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This was truly beautiful.
People who are good at poetry make me so jealous and envious. I love it ❤
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Yeka,
Thank you for such an honor as sharing my work with your readers. You are a blessing to all of us. Your love and support is tremendous and much appreciated! Loving you back!
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Very deep, beautiful and revealing Brad. It shows your humble soul. Truly great poetry! 😀
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