I wiped away the mirror
to see a sliver of what I used to be
what I wish to be
clearly, more clearly
Trails of water danced across my face
leading in zigzags through and around
But this is only one small clearing
and the steam clouds my vision again.
1 comment:
I well and truly hate the after-shower-foggy-mirror phenomenomenon.
But i like the poem! So i guess that's karma or something.
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