The Mirror

I looked in the mirror today. What did I see? Poised in front of me, coiffed pleasantly, I looked for kindness, gentleness so joyfully. Primped and primed with multiple aids, manipulated so carefully. Sleeked and slicked for smooth control. Where is the self control that should be standing there? In my foundation disguise and cover up, had I concealed what I've worked so hard to achieve?

In my efforts to appear put together, I managed to erase patience along with my laugh lines. Strands of love and peace colored over by fierce, flaming red. Not a single gray hint of meekness.

I peer to the side and peeking all I see is discontent. On the other side self-centeredness stands boldly. I attempt to pull them back, a ponytail might do. Tightly I hold on, but their reins slip from my hands. Unleashed they hide the thankfulness I used to see quite often.

I didn't like what I saw in the mirror today, but truth is better than lies.