Many Mirrors

                   

Which identity, do we project.

Which one, to protect.

On any given day?

                                 

Will it be, who we really are?

Or who we feel we need to be?

Fitting the confines of life’s present space.

 

Many moods, many mirrors.

Reflecting the changing tide.

Evolving, aging; required and real.

 

When do we reveal our true mirror identity?

And when do we shroud it’s glare?

In darkness, slate and smoke.

 

Only our real self is worthy.

Seeking, always seeking.

The courage and perfect place.

                                      

Identity.

A precious, indelible possession.

To be guarded; only carefully shared.

 

In our hearts.

One answer.

One key.

Will dwell.

Waiting….

                                               

“Many Mirrors” © 2008 Geraldine H. Hartman

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Writer’s Island (Matinee Muse) prompt for May 2nd: Identity