You see you in mirrors & you blame the glass?
Blame the room, the decor…but never your ass?
What is left when you’ve lashed out at all in view?
Will you shatter the sight ‘cause it still shows you?
What then? Stumble around looking for targets?
Breaking each reflection, like bulls in markets?
Where does looking everywhere but inward end?
You know it may leave you alone with your sin.
What happens when there’s only one finger left?
Seek reflection for truths of which you’re bereft.
L.B.Stowe 