you can reflect the majesty of the heavens
rays of pink and yellow morning light
a cloudless summer day with the bluest blue sky
you can mirror the dimming orange haze of sunset
and the milky way in all her overwhelming beauty
swirls of shimmering stars and planets overhead
you can reflect so much glory
the sky above and much, much more
and still be a puddle in a parking lot
Reflection
ancient history
I feel like that washed out painting
you keep thinking about putting out on the curb
Or a pair of pants you used to love
that are miserably dated
An uncomfortably tight shirt
shoes a size too small
I can’t look at myself in the mirror
and it feels like I have vacated the building
How the hell do you find something
you never knew
you could lose?
Cassandra Bell 