Somehow the mirror has broken fragmenting my image, the image I have of myself, the one I like to project. Was it the sunlight that cracked it, the exposure to brightness, an explosion of light or was it already a distortion ready to be destroyed by a different audience looking over my shoulder. Or was it self destruction which splintered my image to reveal the darker side lurking behind only seen when looking through the glass. Photo by Klim Musalimov on Unsplash
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her poetry is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. Find Lynn at: Poetry – Lynn White and on Facebook
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