My Reflection

My mirror reflects the surface

but is that a reflection of me?

I think my reaction

to dissatisfaction

tells more than the eye can see.

“You should not display your emotion”

is something I’ve often been told.

But then it decides

to fester inside

and spew forth when a molehill unfolds.

Am I able to clear out this clutter

that I’ve let taint my judgement for years?

I want to let go

‘cause somehow I know

that with it go all of my fears.

My choices have led to this moment

so now choose the reaction disappear.

I press the ‘delete’

refuse to repeat

and trust that the memory is now cleared.

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