I searched in the mirror
looking for me
and found an imposter.
She proved to be an unreliable
witness, deceiving me as I deceived her.
Under the beautiful red dress
she had no idea of the color of me.
Instead she led me to believe
that I was a true work of art
but in this deception I had played a part.
Then, I walked to the water’s edge
and found rippled images of me.
Sometimes contorted, sometimes
tall, some no resemblance at all.
Filled with troubled thoughts,
I arrived at your door.
I was amazed to find no mirrors
in your house. They weren’t
necessary because you were the
mirror itself. In you I found
a more accurate image of me.
In my reflection, I saw all parts
of me, many not seen before.
In some I was bright and beautiful
with auras bright and shimmery.
in others, dark and shadowy.
The true beauty though was in
discovering and understanding
that there are mirrors in everyone
we meet. In some we’d like
to pose for hours and ours,
from others, we might run away.
For now, my new mirror will do,
to help me unravel what’s true.