Reflective Surfaces

Reflective surfaces, a friend or foe

The truth it could bend, the truth it could show

In the light I’d cringe, at flaws that won’t mend

In the dark I’d singe, blinded by that confident glow

For I couldn’t see myself for the better by then

Well, as long as another won’t reach out to me, begging for the world to know

A helping hand it would lend, when clasped too tight it won’t let go

Am I the being, which to I tend, or a past that only cradles sorrow?

Reflective surfaces, a friend, no, a foe

A witness to how I’ve bloomed in the seeds mother would sow

Even in wilted petals, it plants another bulb to grow

Comforts like piping kettles, a cup of tea when at a low

When degrees curls up and drops to the floor,

And the warmth calls it a day, covers itself in blankets made of snow

I can only stare at the mirror, hoping for any one of us to finally take the blow

When in laughter or in tears, ‘tis the only pair of eyes I can stand

A dust glittering portal that summons my fears, I rise amidst its quicksand

The clearer, the bitter; at lonesome times it is my sitter

Reflective surfaces, not a friend, but a foe

It taunts me everywhere, but it’s getting harder to say “no”