What Does the Glass Reveal
While searching for my younger self one day
(The present one was getting hard to bear),
I rambled through the boxes of my youth
to waken recollections buried there.
In my warm attic with my Polaroids,
I saw the dauntless smile of years ago.
I stood before a mirror, posed, and smiled.
The glass tossed back the face I'd come to know.
It really wasn’t wrinkles on my face
or graying hair that made me look away.
My smile had changed from bright and genuine
to faded. Humbled, I began to pray
about my negativity, which showed
in my lackluster smile. God heard my prayer,
reminding me that glass reflections change,
revealing joy but also showing wear
brought on by age. I’m glad for moments spent
with photos of a time that seemed sublime.
I’m thankful I can smile most days because
of inner peace and changes wrought by time.
Date: September 28, 2017
Contest: Premiere Contest Number 100
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2017
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