The mirror only magnified
His deep-rooted struggle with sin
And every imperfect feature
Shone brazenly on his skin

No longer radiating youthfulness
His stare had become dull and lifeless
Years of trials and bitter truths
Left his reflection very much unlike his

Where did his once familiar face go?
And when did the muddied lines begin to show?

Hardened creases revealed his torrid past
Now realizing his days were likely numbered at last

His life a storm tattered memory
No righteous person could ever condone
Finally realizing the tearful truth
His reflection was no longer his own

© 2017 Michelle Cook

Writing prompt: His reflection was not his own


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