mirror, mirror, on the wall
could make fools of us all
walking past, we catch a glance
practice pomp and circumstance
if glass surface’s too reflective
naked soul knows we’re defective
we see ourselves, then look away
don’t focus on our faults today
mirror fogs with each warm breath
face clear truth before cold death
scripture’s gracious mirror heed
words of life are what we need
be not afraid to look in mirror
for hellish smoke is to be feared
Joining Amaya at dVerse poetics for a “smoke & mirrors” prompt.
a poem in my pocket 