What Do You See?

The mirror refracts with a pellucid glaze

As an upturned parasol of my unkempt emotions;

Overflow over the discounted morales,

'Face yourself' it utters my name,

'Run no more', your fears have been erased!

'You belong' she whispers with beads of pearl,

Tracing along those blemished cheeks.

The scars like stallions run over my skin,

With a hint of shame and a dash of guilt,

Cuts smooth like butter through aplomb,

Imposing over the peach toned skin,

Imprinting constellations over unspoken things.

Yet the warrior within undertakes the accursed sword,

To lay peace upon my audacious thoughts,

Until blood and tears shall be molded gold,

Be cautious of this peregrination of self deprecation,

For closer to touch, the graver the grief.