The Mirror

I am fastened to the bathroom wall,

ever facing forward.

Inanimated,

I hold the past in my reflection.

I am aware of your sins,

a silent witness to your quiet flaws,

the missed deadlines,

the rehearsed lies like bedtime prayers.

We are all the same

in this small, tiled room.

We are not beautiful here,

but we are honest.

Reviews

[Neha agrawal]

This reads like a confession only a mirror could make.

[Jacey Beronio]

thank you!