Unmasked......
The sledgehammer of my realness feels wonderfully hefty in my hands.
I swing high,
With a great tinkling of glass,
the mirrors vaporize at my sudden assault.
And I see my face, centered, crisp, and alive,
in the gentle river of my own true identity...
at last....
it can be really illuminating to shatter an illusion, but shattering your own can definitely be the toughest but most rewarding, huh?
ReplyDeleteGreat one Zofo .. it should be like coming home again to find everything just as you remembered ..
ReplyDeleteFake mirrors? I think it's the mirrors that will break you before you break them.
ReplyDeleteIt is brilliant zofo and u have struck a chord that runs all across ...
ReplyDeletealok
show off!
ReplyDelete(sorry, couldn't resist... no matter how i try, my mind continues to inhabit the gutter)
jokes aside though, it is so so difficult in this age to see oneself for who one really is. good to know that your real self is crisp and alive. i fear my own true image, if revealed, would resemble nothing so much as a freshly cooked bowl of fettucine alfredo.