Man In The Mirror

Poem

The man in the mirror

isn’t reflecting clearly enough.

He’s faded and obscured.

He twists and turns,

flexes and stretches,

trying different poses

all in the hopes of finding the perfect projection,

but no matter how hard he tries

he still remains blurry and undefined.

Is this what he really looks like?

Cloudy like a cold gray day

and as mysterious as a stranger in a deep fog.

Is this the true form that he has come to?

He tries to visualize in his mind

reimagined images of his former person

and piece them together to form

a new picture of himself.

I think the haze is starting to clear up.

I continue to glance at the mirror

from different angles and viewpoints, but still

nothing pleases me about the man I see.

That’s when I realized

that I needed to make a change.

To be a person that I can accept and be glad to look at.

To become someone that I can recognize and see.

So I put on my glasses.

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Posted Mar 12, 2025, 8:03 PM UTC

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