Truth

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Truth

Dust particles dance
within a shaft of sunlight
slowly crossing the room
traveling over my body
warm and comforting
like a lovers embrace
to the mirror where I stand
contemplating my mortality
the sun has become harsh
I raise a hand in denial.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

We are writing about mirrors this Wednesday at Poets United where I’ll link up then.

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28 thoughts on “Truth

  1. This is a powerful and evocative reflection! The sun being harsh, as we look at our own reflection — yes, I feel that. Sometimes we don’t wish to come to terms with what we see in that unforgiving mirror.

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