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