I look into a mirror and I see myself
I look into myself and I see a mirror
a me that reflects all that I have done
everything that has happened in life
making me the person I have become
Mostly, I like what I see
The reflection mostly makes me smile
sometimes I even laugh out loud at it
Mostly, I am satisfied with the view
Rarely does such reflection cause me
pain or strife, worry or frustration.
Not anymore
That mirror was cracked; distorting
but bad luck and dubious karma cannot
simply be Windexed away without streaks
so I threw it out.
Ponderable polemics, poetic 