Once upon a time
I looked into the mirror
and saw a chubby face:
the image clenched its claws
around my throat,
promised vengeance on a heart
that had been hurt before
but never that bad–
never by itself.
It turns out pain is addictive
when you place it all in one hand,
one cheek,
one thought can turn
your entire life around a curb
I flew until I reached the spot
where my heart burst,
when I heard a bird inside of me,
“I want nothing more
than to beat my wings and fly,”
but my breath wouldn’t let it–
and so it perched inside instead.
I suppose any story
can be flipped to mirror
another, to flip my eye
on its head, turns out
its not the first time
since life, after all,
is all about change,
when any mirror I see
is the one turned
upon myself,
over and over
different shades of gray
not found in a book,
but chosen, inconspicuously,
one at a time
by the owner of the mirror,
by the one that aligns
my waken breath.
December 21, 2014
Reaching Joy 
That’s how great works are done..
They just come out and not really premeditated..
Have you seen my recent post on celonaiphyblog.com??
You welcome hun
Thank you! That’s a really great way of looking at it…often what I write just kind of “comes out,” and it’s great when a type of structure comes out of that, too haha. I appreciate the comment!
This one is great..
I love the movement
From the known, to the unknown back to the known..
Such a great piece
#Bless