Poetry Corner

Verse & Graphic by Christine...

Mirror Imperfekt

Find me a mirror that lies,

Yet fully acquainted with truth.

One that for me also sighs

In these twilights of my youth.

Seek me out a flawed mirror:

Cursed, derided for its form,

Cast in natural imperfection,

So beautiful in life's storm.

Unwilling to conform, I am.

Test it once or twice to see

If it can show how I am

Is how I’ve longed to be.

Break the perfect looking glass.

The vision too honest too cold.

No room to dream to hope to pass.

This glass, too frigid to keep, hold.

Rather leave perfect for perfect,

Who have no need to see a blemish.

And hand imperfect to imperfect,

Who have no want to go languish.

Give me an imperfect mirror. 

To show the perfect me. 

Reflecting who I am inside 

And who I long to be.