There was something evil living inside my mirror

Each time I stood before my reflection 

my eyes caught a glimpse of it 

The more I stared the more I saw it try to consume me

It started in my vision

The veins inside me began to bleed black

The whites of my eyes stained red

It waited on me to make its move

The monster had no power unless I hand fed it

A crumb of insecurity

In a moment of weakness it would devour me

But I stood strong against it

I took the sword given to me

Beginning to speak the word of God

Louder my mouth grew spewing out weapons

The evil that once lived in my mirror no longer visits me

It cowered away at the sound of one word

CAN YOU SEE IT?

THE MANY DIFFERENT WEARS OF ME

EVERY DAY I WOULD RECREATE MYSELF

TRYING TO CAPTURE THE ESSENCE OF WHO I WAS

 I RECREATED THE MOLD OF ME

RESCULPTING THE WAY I THINK

RENEWING MY POINT OF VIEW

UNTIL ONE DAY I ASKED MYSELF

HOW MANY TIMES WILL I REINVENT THE WHEEL

WILL I EVER FIND THE PERSON I AM TRYING TO BE

The day began with the red sun of the morning spilling over the window sill. We sat beside each other watching the light continue to pour inside our kitchen. In silence we shared a cup of tea made sweet with your hands. You put me to your lips taking sips of me throughout breakfast. My fragility became increasingly noticeable each time you grabbed onto me.

The flesh

These hands that belong to me

The hands that sin

The ones that cheat, steal and offend

I send them out to do good

These hands seem to fail me

Somewhere between my intentions to my actions

The decision to do good gets lost

My fingers dance with my fate

My thumbs twiddle to pass blame

While trying to avoid the consequence

The works of the flesh