there are things you know without knowing
truths you may not want to face
things you or others did
you struggle to understand
(not residing inside their skin)
there are
ways you think about life
from a position of
judgement
or mercy
how honest can you be
about where deep inside of you
places of difficult poison live
how fearlessly can you face
what you do
and why you do it
and how often this leads you to
pain
entrapment
or redemption?
how comfortable can you be
with human fallibility
imperfection
and wounding?
how clearly can you see ‘truth’
reflected from within
that cloudy face of the mirror
sometimes only
revealing shadows
outlines
or ghostly intimations
of
reality?
