Pieces of broken glass
cutting into your hands
A mirror image of perfection
– just shards of imperfection –
An image cast in glass
a shadow lost in ideals;
A heart lost in shadows
a past haunting the spirit.
Beware the mirror image
look for the shadow hiding
A perfect crystal holding
a deadly mask of hurt.
Falling into space and time
melding into your dreams;
Fall for the princess
wake to the pauper.
Time has no meaning
and love has no truth;
One is left with the bare nudity
of a soul in need.
Look behind the perfection
look behind the ideal;
You’ll find a human being
just someone lost and unloved.

Published 2002

-Emotional Journeys, Anthology of Verse,

Poetry Institute of Africa

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