Reflections always frighten me

Silly, I know

They say the mirror never lies

So maybe it’s the truth I fear

Truth- a powerful word

A subjective word

Everyone has their own version

He said- she said

It all becomes a matter of believability

Wouldn’t it be so much easier to just hold up a mirror?

Like Dorian’s portrait, every hideous detail could be put on display

No questions, no doubt, no misinterpretation

No twisted words and innuendos

All intentions clear, all truths revealed

Maybe that’s what frightens me

My truth lain bare for all to see

Every sharp, ugly, grotesque imperfection marked on this body and soul

Maybe I’m not scared of reflections after all….