A Discussion I Had With Myself Through Mirror Talk
Mirror Talk
What if I cared with
all my heart, would you
like me then…What if
I shared with you all
my thoughts, would you
like me then…
If I was the typical
sugar, bettered with
a bit of raw spice,
so uniquely endearing
and sincerely nice,
would you then like me
for me, would you like
me complete…
or shall I cower to realize
my crime of being all these
things and much more,
not at all perfect but
a perfect bore…
Though that is your
image of me that’s so
awfully off, my flaws are
not ugly; they are the
the beauty of my growth…
a being that lives a
natural existence,
which cannot be
shamed with people’s
unorthodox resistance…
Yes. My flaws and
failures are easy to see;
I'm not cut up immortal
or brand a size 3…
I may have eyes that
a crow did not spare,
but he cawed as my
laughter filled the warm air…
And, as now, I may
have some silver strands
tucked in with my mane
of brown, but they too
shimmer quite lovely as
like a crown…
a crown that I wear to
show the beauty into
my life, graced so gracefully
without being trite…
This, I ask you, do you
not now see, the beauty
that lives inside of me…
do you not see my flaws
as conquer, a conquer of
life I did not falter,
or give to a world full
of charlatans and
fraudsters…
For if I cannot continue
to walk my own path, then
what is this life worth
and why was I birthed…
Now, one last time
I must ask; look into
the mirror and please
don’t look down, do you
like what you see,
do you like me for me…
© 2015 Missy Smith