This time, Calansariel challenges us to look in the mirror and reflect upon what we see.
Have I lost weight?
Let me see…
Why aren’t those scales where they’re supposed to be?
Those eyes, so blue
Or are they grey?
Deceptive on this cloudy day.
Though you oft attempt to smooth away.
About the eye
Is that a twinkle I do spy?
That baby tooth
Holding by a thread
One less sixpence the fairy left.
My life is etched upon my brow.
I was never pretty,
A look that time has not yet undressed
I look at you
You gaze back at me
I like the intelligence that I see.
All in all
You’re friend, not foe
We guard the paradox only we will know.