When The Mirror Falls Away
Our hand losing its fierce grip
Begging a different version of ourselves
That we reflect outward to the skies
But internally find deep dis-ease.
The mirror that tells us to be somebody else
Anybody else
Because who we are now
Lacks the shine of a story
We can never own.
What will we do with the empty hand of our own judgment?
Will we pick up the fractured glass and pray we can piece it together?
Or will we simply stretch our tendons,
Knowing that the time has come
To shine as ourselves.
Without reflection
Without Distortion
Without Blame
Alone, knowing
We are ready to face
Unencumbered
Forward.
The Life of Mud 