Poetry Mirror by Ciaran Burke Is the face in your mirror notthe beauty that looks at me?A nose too big, uneven ears,brows that bush, lips too thin?Parental comments,childhood teasing,critical teacher,a friend that laughed.Infintissimal momentsof no significance,destroy your worldfor infinite time.Comparing with the lie,competing, mendacious image,marketing concoction,fictional reality.Perfection, dream destination,chasing the horizon,the perfect view,elusive, so far away.Perhaps the mirror will crack,and the truth revealthe face that looks at me,maybe you will love.- Ciaran BurkeShare this:TweetShare on TumblrPocketTelegramLike this:Like Loading...
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