#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 12
There was nothing before
The rundown mirror
Just a tired reflection
Of bored, dying eyes
That I chose to ignore
Instead, I imagined the grays
Were flecks of silver rain
The sagging skin, all the hills
I climbed with gleeful steps
Weariness is just a facade
To hide joy from prying eyes
And so I believed all the lies
That my image was a disguise
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Arthur Stringer. The Loom of Destiny. Boston: Small, Maynard & Company, 1899 — Source.
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