Through the Looking Glass – Christine E. Ray

my eyes 
rarely rise
to meet reflection 
they slide away
unconsciously
unseen
unseeing
once, long gazes
into mirrored glass
were moments of
self-indulgence
self-reflection
self-assurance
but time, 
pain
have taken 
their toll 
brightly lit
bare-faced
self-inventory
has lost 
its charm
only in steam-fogged moments
do eyes boldly gaze
through the looking glass
seeking recognition

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I’m an artist, a writer, a vegetarian, an animal rights activist, and quite a few other things as well. I love books, cats, philosophy, good conversation, Chicago and the arts. So my blog is full of bits and pieces but it’s the bits and pieces that make life interesting to me. You can read more of my writing at Rethinking Life