Reflection

Do you like me for my form And my cosmetic moments With their conceits and affectations, Bejewelled with glittering gewgaws, Hinting at the scents of summer, All show but no substance, Holding back the acrid stench of death? For you ,my beauty is but word deep. Perhaps you see in me your soulmate, Reflecting what you inwardly believe, Allowing you to remain in your comfort zone, Safe from all challenge And the barbs of pointed criticism. Secure your world stands As long as you do not look behind Or beyond horizons that hold you bound. Or are you just a voyeur Sailing on the seas of sensation Living your life vicariously To avoid precariously What you dare not, Rather like the lady of Shalott, Reading life through someone else's mirror To save your soul? Maybe you do look deeper To see where we differ. Confident in your own skin You are ready for new terrain, Awkward and stumbling though that may be. You look before you leap But forge fearlessly forward, Willing to face all that lies ahead. Be all that as it may, I am but a poor poem, Taking my existence from you, the reader. That is my fate. Begotten,not made,ugly by my creator, Accepting myself for what I am, Yet I am fully at your disposal or neglect.