The Mirror (Easel Musings Week 1 Challenge)

The mirror
No longer a portal to other dimensions
Or a place of cosmic questioning
No faithful future
No blessed past

The mirror
A tool for putting hair in place
For creating her best public, face
On the wall it fills up
Empty space

The mirror
Makes her painfully aware of time passed
Each tragedy creates a new line
Expression marred by
Experience

The mirror
Look closely, you can see a story
Right there behind
Her eyes
Mysterious pools rippled by the raindrops
Of tears

The mirror
An instrument of reflection
Her soul disappears in
Vanities only acceptable arena
Life plays out center ring

The mirror
Clarity or distortion
Comb running through
As she considers her daily portion
Miniscule at best

The mirror
Useless without an interpreter
A language long dead
She reaches for otherworldly definition but
Finds none

The mirror
Can give the answers that she seeks
A proper question posed
Something the world already knows
Serendipitous clues absent as
It mocks her

The mirror
Reveals the terror of age and a bad hair day
Relief in levity
Ignore the burning of
Existential indigestion

The mirror
Something else she cleans
Blue droplets run
Wiping away toothpaste spit and memories
Day after day

The mirror
Just a simple tool
Offering realization
That beauty is subjective
Revealed in the beholding eye
Her eye, your eye, all eyes
Become
The mirror

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