Literary Yard

Search for meaning

By: Lynn White

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Somehow
the mirror has broken
fragmenting
my image,
the image
I have of myself,
the one I like to project..

Was it the sunlight that cracked it,
the exposure to brightness,
an explosion of light.
Or was it already a distortion
ready to be destroyed
by a different audience
looking over my shoulder.

Or was it self destruction
which splintered my image
to reveal the darker side
behind the glass.

 

 

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