REFLECTION?
What I see is not me
Just a part of me.
What appears so soothingly suave
is actually a farce!
I knew it all along
but let it be -
letting it hide in the corners
of the darkening alleys
of my grey heart.
"Who would know?"
I asked myself.
"I will" she answered
and there she stood
in all her grace -
black soot -
not a trace.
It was me,
the whole of me,
the one that was really Me.
And then, I realized.
It was all a reflection,
in a mirror
of my true self
a wounded vulturous vine
that had revealed to me-
MYSELF as ME!