Two Way Mirror
I see through
To the other side of your mirror.
I see you.
Not the front that you display,
Not any physical form.
I can see your soul,
The spirit who is crying and alone.
The one you have scolded
and hidden...
whom you have neglected
all these years.
You have fallen.
Collapsed at the feet of hate,
bowed down to what is not pure.
You've denied the truth
and caressed deceit,
merged to become one.
You do no mix well
I can see your conflict
on the other side
of your two way mirror.
1997
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