Indie Scribe Magazine February 2015 | Page 39

Our response to that stark vision,

Tells our depth of character.

Do we learn and reassemble?

Do we prove the mirror wrong?

Or dissolve in dark regret?

adopt the Shadow's song?

There is one more epiphany

Unencumbered by the sweet.

Cleaving to the path of darkness

Beating light into retreat.

Mired in our dark reflection

When comes a child of light

Porcelain smooth and static free

we choose to act from spite.

And offer up the mirror...

Bittersweet Epiphanies