In Your Brooding Mirror

Today I tell you
That I was walking in life
With a waist hoop
That has 360 mirrors around it
Facing me, showing me who I am
Any step I take
Any way I look.

Today I tell you
That when I was young
I fancied 360 versions of me
Tender, supple. strong,
Facing you, you, and you
Showing all my glory,
All my suffering.

Now, tired of these trite sins
I turn these mirrors inward
Switching off the lights
One by one,
Until all that’s left
Is you holding me up
In your one brooding mirror.

Featured image: Repenting Magdalene, also called Magdalene before Mirror or Magadalene Fabius by Georges de la Tour,

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