The Reflection

22nd Feb 2021 The scariest confrontation perceivable enough not a ghost, not a specter but the one perched up, upfront I see it. The dark corners of that dark past The shadowed figure that looked much alike Holding back tears of guilt, remorse, of self pity, the anger unleashed. The face masked upon by a calm nod above and beyond that fury beneath. I stare into the eyes. I see it. The invisible clutches tugging on The brawny desire to step out of that glassy barrier to step out, to be free to be considered something besides itself. From the house of the dead to be called something besides the 'Reflection.'