Paula Swanson Poet Free verse

Stark Shards

.....Not only do we grow numb, but resentful, 
to the truths that we now know as lies.
Lies that glisten upon the floor  
within those shards of broken, reflective glass.
Glass and blood.
Blood which adds contrast, allowing splinters 
to stand out in the starkness.

Starkness is in the clarity we yield when our thoughts
arrest our actions, before there are no "do overs."
Over the course of years, we watch in wonderment,
abject terror and denial, that which we have transformed into.

To see in the mirror the Gods honest truth of yourself,
and loathe it.
It is not anger that makes one lash out, to break the image which leers back with no 
pity, no reason, no answers.

Answers we have plenty, truths, we have not.....

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Carolyn Devonshire June 3, 2010 at 9:16 PM How true, Paula. What we see in ourselves can sometimes be frightening. "Answers" seem to come easily, but how much truth do we find in them. I like this objective reflection on the writer's vision of herself. Awesome! Love, Carolyn