A mirror
Simple in it’s contruction
yet complex in its dept.
Placed before us
it offers a glimpse of now.
A person or people
reflected in the moment.
A smile, a pretty face, a satisfied glimpse.
For some, the mirror is a curse.
A seemingly counterintuitive device
reflecting the soul not the flesh.
A faceless reflection
illuminating pain and disfunction.
Or a blank mirror
reflecting nonthingness.
I don’t like mirrors.
Poetry written for VisDare 19: Mirror
Mind of Shoo 
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I like the last line 🙂 Sometimes I don’t like what the mirror reflects, either!
This has such a tapering feel to it — starting off broadly, almost hopeful, then gradually pinching in to a grimace as the mirror reveals specifics the author would rather not see. Shrewd and insightful. Lovely work!