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Magic Mirror on the Wall, Who Is the Ugliest Beast? {poetry}

Suffering is the one experience we all have in common. We might as well channel it as a force for change.

 

So here we are,

Face to face,

Masks completely removed.

No audience in sight,

No social media likes,

Just you and I in the room.

 

A shadowy place,

A destined fate

That knows what happens next.

As tension builds,

We summon our will,

And hope for the very best.

 

No rules to break,

No egos to sate,

Which one of us will fall?

Only the mirror can tell,

Which lies to dispel,

Revealing the ugliest beast of all.

 

In the mirror’s frames

Are the dreadful remains

Of illusions that cannot last.

As reality sets in,

Discomfort leans in,

And we begin to rumble with our past.

 

I wait for your attack,

And slowly step back

To protect myself from your reach.

I put up my defense,

Eyes closed in suspense

As you are struck down in defeat.

 

I open my eyes

And in view to my surprise

Is a soul as deep as my own.

With scars that weep,

I do not dare to speak

Of the pain that calls you its home.

 

I gasp at your wounds,

Ask questions that assume

You brought this on yourself.

It is easy to blame,

But I feel deeply ashamed

That no one offered you help.

 

Your hurt oddly soothes,

Like an old familiar tune

I have tried so hard to forget.

I dance to its song,

And contently sing along,

Unaware that this is all a test.

 

I pause in fear,

Now desperate to disappear

From a reflection I know too well.

But how could this be?

I thought that I was free

Of the images I try to sell.

 

I shudder at the sight

Of what can be seen at night.

Who knew what lurked in the dark?

I feel guilt and I’m scared,

And I can’t help but to stare

At the hurt that pierces my heart.

 

Too late, I’ve been caught,

No sense in running fraught,

The mirror sees complete truth.

I have to confess,

Though it brings me distress,

That you are me, and I am you.

 

Deep panic ensues

As I fight to resume

The life that kept me sane.

Where ignorance was bliss

And I could easily dismiss

The fears that went untamed.

 

Please forgive my anger,

You are not in any danger,

It is I who admits defeat.

Your honest reflection

Of my perfect imperfections

Brings much needed humility.

 

I lay down my armor,

And the resentment that I harbor,

I have carried this load for too long.

I am ready to heal,

Make amends, strike a deal,

And compose a brand new song.

 

The old mirror is wise,

Dispelling the lies

That left me insecure.

Our struggle is not in vain,

And I am ready for change

That starts with a heart that is pure.

 

This means loving you,

Only compassion will do,

Because together, we stand tall.

I surrender control,

I only wish to console

And embrace the ugliest beast of all.

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Tracey Rogers
Tracey L. Rogers is an astrologer, life coach, activist, world traveler, lover of love and seeker of depth. She is also a Leo with a Virgo Ascendant, for those of you just dying to know. Her interests include music, spiritual topics and readings, as well as living room dance parties when she’s alone in her apartment. Meanwhile, Tracey is currently on the biggest quest of her life, which involves recognizing her inner light and letting it shine for the world. When she is not writing horoscopes or drinking cappuccinos, she is usually hanging out with her badass friends or at her local café. To find out more about Tracey and her work, you can visit her website; you can also find her on Facebook, Twitter, and YouTube.
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