Bathroom Mirror
Bathroom Mirror
I stare into the mirror
my hand pauses
double-edged razor suspended in air.
I see my face, and
see what others see
or do I really.
They see my face as it is
while I see what it hides
a mask that covers much.
I can see the seventy years plus
of grief and laughter
pain and pleasure.
I can see the face others see
but I can also see the face
only I can see.
Copyright © Oliver Mckeithan | Year Posted 2025
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