Mirror

by Harry

Posted for Teasy.

Gaze upon, one’s own reflection?
What secrets, it conceals ?
Comportment demeanor
Nature of thy very being
Thy ancestor deep inside
Creator of my facial imperfection
Impetuosity nagger, my quest
Familial voices beckon me
Draws me like moth to light
Black sheep, villain saint or Scholar
Reward or plight
My kin no denial, for they are me
The root that carries my ancestral tree

By Teasy

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