escapril day 28: reflection
a rusted reflection,
speckled and smudged
to wipe away is only
to smear the picture
a sun-bright ghost
in a hazy window
obscured by the dusty
remnants of raindrops
a rippled counterpart
still for barely a second
before distorted by just
a subtle flutter of wind
layers of glass
whether cracked or clean
or pools or puddles are
hardly a perfect depiction
isn’t searching for glimpses
in every shiny surface
just searching for answers
to how the world sees me?
yet I’m only met with echos
and a mere sketch of myself
I could paint a better portrait
if I forgot my worries
about the perspective
of all eyes but my own
Lauren Kathleen 