I passed a mirror
not long ago.
It did not rouse the feelings
I had hoped to bestow
I caught a glimpse of myself
of my mother
and second mother
of my past lovers
fear filled my eyes and
I caught a glimpse of my father
and that poignant preacher
from childhood
at that, I looked upon (angry)
I saw my ruthless peers
from throughout the years
and passer by after passer by
I passed love, hope, and sadness, too
without skipping a beat
the things learned from this reflection:
Gaze.
Feel.
Repeat.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 10:01 PM UTC
I passed a mirror
not long ago.
It did not rouse the feelings
I had hoped to bestow
I caught a glimpse of myself
of my mother
and second mother
of my past lovers
fear filled my eyes and
I caught a glimpse of my father
and that poignant preacher
from childhood
at that, I looked upon (angry)
I saw my ruthless peers
from throughout the years
and passer by after passer by
I passed love, hope, and sadness, too
without skipping a beat
the things learned from this reflection:
Gaze.
Feel.
Repeat.
