I have two mirrors.
One images the exterior.
One images the interior.
I use both of the mirrors.
The first mirror is of the type
That most of us commonly share.
The second mirror is mine to choose.
For me, that choice is the Bible.
If I'm not pleased with what I see,
I have the option of alteration.
Alterations with the first mirror
Are easier to master than the second.
The mirror of the Bible is much more
Revealing and exposes the inner me.
It also offers me a recipe for change.
Some recipes are less tasty than others.
It makes no allowances for choosing my
Own recipes. The recipes of the Bible are
Designed with me in mind and has no additives Nor man- made ingrediences. It is perfect.
I wonder what she sees when she looks at me
Because I know the mirror lies
Does she notice every imperfection I do?
Do my eyes look new every time I see her?
Are they as bright as I've been told they are?
Sometimes I wonder
When I look in the mirror
I'm always met with the same gaze
It looks drained
But when she tells me what she loves most
I can't help but wonder what she saw that I didn't.
mirrors stand so still
humans look into that glass
truth shouts back through light
I have a god
made in my image
god shows up in the mirror
awful in wrath
slow to forgive
god has a ponytail
and little patience.
.
.
A song for this:
Phlamethrower by AJJ
Trust the sky
know your heart;
You'll find
more reasons
to want to
keep on thriving
But do remember
that you are
inherently
worthy of
deep joy
and please:
Never stop shining.
Clandestine orchards perched upon the horts and whos so we'll make anew, the glowing fruit, is it purple or mewed pink, like colored sinks that sink the pink rose in the backyard pond for shallow eyes, that deftly see deepness and solidarity.
lake water mirrors
the sky's vast flitting canvas~
peace rests on its shore
Looking into the mirror, I discover another me,
In an ungraspable world of illusions.
When the mirror breaks, you break too,
And so do I.
Upon the lake, I discover my reflection,
Along with the shadow of someone else.
When the waters ripple and sway,
We dance together as one.
They say these are the golden years, yet I feel myself dissolving like smoke from a flame that never truly burned bright. I shrink back into the shadow folding onto its self. They tell me life is treasure, but in my hands its feel like heavy glass. I'm afraid to break, I hold on, I wait, They weight only grows heavier i wait for the Crack the shatter, the pieces that set me free. But it never breaks and neither do I. I carry the silence a burden that hums beneath my ribs. The glass doesn't break it only thickens, but I learn I learn to endure it.
a mirror never forgets a face
It's easier,
To believe darkness is external,
Outside our eyes.
God placed it,
Within the kindness of us,
Ignorance and gluttony in disguise.
The facade,
Part of it was...
Believing it was outside of us.
Endless purpose,
Permanently lost in turbulence,
Escapism and Lust.
Topics in a pipeline,
Darkness keeping us busy,
Easier to judge the over there.
City to city,
Plains and through the mountains,
A tether between our hearts we share.
Fusion between layers
Dimensions colliding alongside life experience,
Moving forward while feeling like losing.
Billions of mirrors,
Whether a fraction only,
Incomprehensible potential for lessons of the choosing.
Riding out
into the sunset
towards sunny uplands
before moons fall
scattering rock
and tiny diamonds
as crimsoned penumbra
encircles all things.
Dark swoops like a bat
to engulf the rasping throes
of surety.
Dawn awakes fretful
Mirrors and masks fail.
The mirror into which she cries
~ captures merely half her lies
Landing on a bed
With three women present
What was I to do
But be pleasantly
....surprised
As I began to witness
To the life I had led
Mirrors began to appear
Were lies were bread
...devoured
Throughout the rooms
Forgiven rang the bell of TRUTH
The glass shattered
As the souls remembered youth..ful
....peace
A flash of a chuppah
LOVE's promise of fidelity
An angel touching a ring
And a digit bearing His name
....union
Questions rest in knowing
Desire yields to flow
Boredom takes a seat
Activity runs in sync with the whole
...community
Manifested
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-26-2026
I look for beauty in sunsets,
in strangers passing by,
in the way light rests on everything it touches.
Everywhere except the mirror.
The mirror is honest.
It doesn’t blur the lines
or soften the stories
written into my skin.
It remembers the nights I don’t talk about.
The battles no one saw me win.
There are marks on me that once felt like endings.
Now they are quiet reminders that I stayed.
And still,
I stand there searching for something soft,
something lovely —
As if survival isn’t already a kind of beauty.
Maybe one day
I’ll look at my reflection
and see not the hurt,
not the history —
but the strength it took to still be here.
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