The Looking Glass

The Looking Glass

A Poem by Throwing Romeo

I too came into this world naked.
I simply was not afforded a blanket.
The swaddling softness of love.

I'm not asking for your sympathy or
unconditional warmth. I only ask
you to see my threads.

Not the twisted string that binds me,
or the hiden looming strands of hope.

Maybe it's twine knots, denialism I've
cut away to make room for clairty in my
looking glass.

"Mirrors never seemed to go deep enough."

Though candlelight dims the harshness,
It's in the burrning bright light where truths
emerge from.

The deeper I reached into
my reflection,
I began to know the sand
melted into this glass
In front of the mercury
that breached the depths
behind my terrified eyes.

Looking closer and closer...

The pulsing fog, breath condensed in
rethmic display. As streaks of shame
shrouded my bone shook reality.

My grip on the cold edges of that sink
loosend, handfuls of water streamed
liquid sighs through painful
second looks.

I know...

Now.... I truly know.

See the softer threads, hand sewn
into the clothes worn by this poet
who emerged from a looking glass.

Not so good at talking with everyone.
My two cents hardly pay the toll.

For now my threads in simple poetry
speak hues of colors darned by my
humbled soul.

Thank you for reading.

© 2022 Throwing Romeo

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Added on January 13, 2022
Last Updated on January 13, 2022


Throwing Romeo
Throwing Romeo


I love to read and write with you, no quid pro quo.... Just poetry more..