The glass, darkly

The glass, darkly

 

Those features, too familiar

From habitual daily glare-

Garishly overforcused

Every blemish magnified

 

Oh, those pores

The widening of the nose there

And what fickle child scribbled the lines so?

 

I squint, nose pressed against the darkened lens.

 

Gently, He scoots me back

And flips my mirror.

A wider view-

Brightening,

 

Shows a bit more

Of the journey

And the transformation

Than I could see up close.