A Moment of Weakness

I beg you, mirror, do not cry!

Don’t give this empty room the pleasure

Of witnessing your glass tears slide

Down my glass face, and fall, and shatter

/

Don’t let it see me on my knees,

Bereft of purpose, hope and meaning,

Struggling to breathe and not to scream

Under this low, old, crumbling ceiling

/

Don’t let my room remember that

Like others, I sometimes have moments

Of weakness, greater than my strength –

If it remembers, I’ll be homeless

/

Reflect my eyes in yours as dry,

My lips, pressed shut, as if they’re smiling;

Help me pretend that I am fine,

That here, in me, there’s light still shining

4 thoughts on “A Moment of Weakness

    1. Thanks, Andrew! I had a look at your blog and enjoyed what I read very much. Good luck with you writing and the many other wonderful things that you do ;)!

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