Mirrors

Scrambled thoughts put in a simple manner!

The morning has dismissed my slumber once again,
Laden with emotion, I retreat from the surface of rest.
Poisoned with thoughts, I stroll to the mirror,
Simply to view the state life has left me in.

As I indulge in the act of perceiving myself 
so much ushers me to walk away.
Disugst, Envy, Doubt, Uncertainty.

This wall ridden piece of illusive decor insists 
that what is witnessed within its seeming innocence is but an image.
Its stainless perfection forces the belief that "what you see is what you get"  
What I view is nothing of an image.
This reflective harlot shows not what all would see, 
but everything none can!

It displays a being, conditioned to live with the burdensome circumstances,
Only to cover up these painful sores with dismissive statements!

It is said, the mirror can only execute its function in the pressence of light.
How then can it reflect the life of one where light is absent?
Where hopes are only dreams, happiness is a mystery and love a curse?

Mirrors,
Devious artists.
Constructing presentations lacking sincerity.
As a mother holds back some truth to better the esteem of a child,
So the mirror conveys only what the viewer may want to see.

In my displaced rage I cast the device to the floor
In desperate hopes that what it showed may be removed.
But as I kneel to gather the pieces,
This manipulative device has now significantly multiplied the false images!

As life, the mirror rebells when the attempt to gain control is undergone.
As water courses through the grasp of a strong man, so joy eludes the grasp of all who seek.

Sorrow guides me once again to the place of rest,
Disappointment accompanies me to the place of disregard.
There I consider the paths of destiny,
Where in the mean time, i give thought on my place,
In this un-winnable race called, life.  
 

 

 

Reviews

[Lady V]

The funny thing is that some people cant live without seeing themselves through the perception of others. People do what ever they can to change that image staring back at them but instead they weaken the souls within them. They lack self worth, self appreciation, and just self.

Great piece. I look forward to reading more of your work.

Live, Love, and Learn

Lady v

[luke312]

Sweet Sweet Poem the need to look at onself is a powerful urge that not many can overcome
Excellent poem Josh

[Jason Henry]

this was so brilliant...oh my God was this brilliant. the bit about how a mirror can only execute its function in the presence of light, but there being an absent of light in you was clever...and again when the shattered pieces only left you more upset as you see yourself multiplied.

ahh, mirrors..."devious artists"

[BlessedLove]

Loved it....I agree with Lady V....persons find themselves relying on what others think...just to feel accepted...and when others dare to live without this yearning....they're condemned...
Its a gud write Josh...Keep it kool.
God Bless...