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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