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    Reflections Un-fractured.


    My mirror it mocks me daily
    it is truly my worst critic,
    as I mourn what was
    the fairest of me all,
    now just an effigy of what was...
    now a rage filled sage
    ..…a cynic.

    It shines on,
    while I just grow dull,
    the You in my You-th
    has dissolved
    into a simple Yo??
    What the hell happened
    to that dreamer who
    spent hours gazing
    beyond mirrors,
    to a far more gleaming future?

    It was there too when I first
    became aware of what I was,
    a toddler with blonde hair
    and an impish grin to share
    dancing for the silvered glass
    in my pampers Devil may care!

    It was there to taunt
    when as a teen
    those pimples came to haunt
    my skin that once
    gleamed pure and clean
    with oily bumps obscene.

    It was there when I
    faced boot camp
    and the lessons taught of war,
    mocking what I thought immortal
    into some less fragile core,
    sharing scars I still abhor…..

    It was there when I got married,
    a scarecrow in a
    grey, silk tux tux,
    showing all of my uncertainty,
    was the altar just a crutch
    to ease the pain
    of walking lonely
    till it got to be too much?

    It was there when I attended,
    funerals for both my parents,
    whispering that I too
    would soon be boxed
    like them, for death’s inherent.

    It is there each morn
    when I arise
    and when I go to bed,
    it no longer strokes my ego,
    it exposes my frail flesh.
    In lines that mar my aging head.

    It will be there
    in a nursing home,
    when I brush the
    few white strands
    of what's left on my
    threadbare skull cap ,
    so much less a hopeful man,

    Perhaps I'll place one
    in my coffin,
    full length in the lid
    that seals me,
    then when resurrection
    comes to call
    I can watch as it reveals me,

    Into something incorruptible,
    that no mirror can ever age,
    then I'll smash it as I exit,
    unleashing all my bottled rage,

    Stepping free across
    it's broken shards,
    that no longer cut me deep,
    rising proudly from my coffin
    where I spent so long asleep.

    Shaking off the dust of eons
    as I soar to meet my maker,
    in a paradise that
    holds no mirrors,
    all across its endless acres.

    No need to see perfection,
    recreated by the Master,
    once again the
    fairest of them all,
    wearing wings of alabaster,

    A mirror defines
    what you have lost,
    but in heaven you regain,
    what earthly tolls
    and aging costs,
    forever youthful we'll remain.

    Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
    Matthew F. Blowers III
    ©-2015




    Last edited by Matthew F. bBowers III; 01-21-2015, 12:26 PM.
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