When I can so clearly see myself

A haunting mirror poem for those with hidden scars

By Ian ReadPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Through the silver's glass

In that haunted frame

So far below

I seek my virtues in the places they can be found

Yet the mirages they cast do not define me

Left festering in these hollow depths

I fear the sins and wounds I bear

Underneath my gilded porcelain shell

Who is the mirror to tell me who I am

When I can so clearly see myself

[Now read it in reverse]

I am an archaeologist, bookwyrm, and story-teller from New Hampshire.

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