Facing the Truth
Wave a hand in front of my face
and see magic happen…
That’s how I feel sometimes
Replace the face with a clean slate
or maybe not,
rather a scanned image of what’s truly within
so people will finally see
what should be seen,
not what they want to see
Somebody pointed it out to me one time,
and how true he is…
He said that one has never truly seen
one’s own face.
How ironic, right?
Yes, you see yourself in the mirror
but that’s only a reflection of yourself
Depending on how good a mirror is,
and the lighting…
I also have to ask, what defines a “good” mirror?
Photos of oneself are still somehow altered one way or another.
passing through lenses…
just never a firsthand account of seeing oneself
face to face—
I have seen my hands, each line, each groove and ridge of my fingerprints
though I have seen the top view of my nose, that’s it…not my entire face really
So how ironic really that the blind
probably see their faces much, much better
than those who can see with their eyes,
because they see through their hands…
Copyright © kabuteng P.iNk k. | Year Posted 2011
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