Rough Draft Craft

The mirror rests on the wall

Nestled between paintings of sad clowns and lilacs.

It’s foggy and there’s a scratch,

Sticker residue in the corner, and cracks.

The wooden frame has lost its varnish

It really needs to be touched up

We Look deep into each others eyes anyway

Waging silent wars of self

My hands grip the smooth faded wood as we

Plead for mercy at the hands of each other

Are we not the same?

Do we not blink in unison?

I still believe that

Light dances off broken mirrors

Shining through its cracks even brighter

So I wage no war with reflection

I raise my white flag and when I glance,

It’s love that bounces back.

For light can dance on anything in the universe yet it chooses to shine on my face.