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Morning Rituals
morning rituals
proceed in the bathroom
as the mirror watches me
brush my strawberry blonde tresses
i feel it smile back at me
as I touch the glass, I feel it
the same weight as the day before
but a day older
and a day closer to my death
i spend hours at a time
gazing into this manifestation of myself
for if a mirror reflected what’s real
it would break before me
so I’m stuck with a glass interpretation
of what should be
but I’ll keep brushing
i’ll keep watching
holding onto this ritual
because I know I’m rehearsing
saying goodbye every morning
proceed in the bathroom
as the mirror watches me
brush my strawberry blonde tresses
i feel it smile back at me
as I touch the glass, I feel it
the same weight as the day before
but a day older
and a day closer to my death
i spend hours at a time
gazing into this manifestation of myself
for if a mirror reflected what’s real
it would break before me
so I’m stuck with a glass interpretation
of what should be
but I’ll keep brushing
i’ll keep watching
holding onto this ritual
because I know I’m rehearsing
saying goodbye every morning
Published 15th May 2019
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15th May 2019 6:24pm
15th May 2019 6:31pm
Reality hurts sometimes, glad you were able to feel the pain interwoven in this ink
15th May 2019 6:46pm
i feel this so hard i just recently started do extra self care. the other day i looked in the mirror and i asked why the heck am i doing this. for me? for my partner? for strangers approval? i don't know any more. it not like adding 3 moisturizers is going to keep me 19
15th May 2019 8:14pm
Beautiful, poignant piece TF! I just wish my mirror would tell me the unvarnished truth. It actually vascilates between idealistic/false images and brutally honest reflections.
15th May 2019 10:06pm
" the same weight as the day before
but a day older " <<<<<-------------if only this were true for me
I would not mind one bit if my mirror lied to me!
a Poignant well spilled ink
but a day older " <<<<<-------------if only this were true for me
I would not mind one bit if my mirror lied to me!
a Poignant well spilled ink
16th May 2019 12:35pm
I think we all feel this way at times in life but the key is to flip it around & think of it not as barreling toward death, but that we have been given a new day of life, each day we arise in the morning—now how are we going to spend that day ? Finding death or finding life and the beauty in the ordinary ? We can’t halt aging but we can make the most of each day and stay young and beautiful on the inside , if our exteriors don’t happen to play along . 😊
