Mirror

I look past the lights in the window

To the cold gloom of the day

I look at joy secluded from disarray

But a part of it ever the same

I look at the healthy in the mirror of the lame

I hear the laugh of the sane

From a fool tarnished by pain

All life is a window into the unseen

No, not at all but a mirror with a different gleam

A mirror indeed we never truly see

But to a stranger a window displayed perfectly

To the soul the mirror but a blur

And to the stranger a window with no cipher

A window, a mirror one in the same

But loon and sane only one to obtain

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Mirror, mirror, on the wall...:) Nice write.:)