Echoing Reflections!

If only nature was 

a picture frame-

perfect,

wouldn't it echo my thoughts

imperfectly?

Reflecting joy

when sorrow pervaded my soul,

Celebrating 

when hurt edged into my very being!

No wonder

floods and famines,

poverty and illness

echo the reality

of life,

of living itself

in all its eternity.

One Single Impression
ECHO

Reflection?

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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!