Metaphorical

Stare I do, at pieces 
now defeated from dissection. 
Mirror image shows its blemish 
as I grieve the imperfection. 
Stance adjusted does no justice. 
Confidence rescinds to fear. 
(The me I thought myself to be 
is not the me I'm seeing here.) 
Conflict rises as I see me. 
Mirror mocks me as it stares. 
Here I'm calm, content, connected; 
There I'm broken, battered, bare. 
Mis-alignment is design 
that I no longer can deny. 
(Smiles plague my lying face 
to hide the state of my divide.) 
Dissonance deploys my vision. 
Its precision pricks my heart. 
Some pieces show as brightly lit; 
Others show as morbid dark. 
The harmony I thought I found 
is now the torment I despise. 
(For there will never be a truce 
between the truth and the disguise.) 
 
Refracted. 
Through. 
Reflection.

Refracted Through Reflection