PAD - Day 14 Morning Honesty Poem 2. - Honestly and Morning Dishonesty

Morning Honesty - Honestly

Since I was a small small child

I have crept to morning mirror

steeled for the soul croned and

unrecognizable - expecting the 

ravaged reflection of my self stolen 

as I slept -replaced with old woman

unrecognizable yet at last inevitably -

relentlessly here , coldly appraising 

requiring immediate total abnegation 

Yet as years tumble on -each morning 

metamorphosis anticipated -approach

with a deep breath and courage  there 

that mirror waits -with unclenched eyes 

I soon to be vanquished sister queen of

of fairy tale anguish - steel and looks -

and see with twinkled-mischief behind 

the mirror -that same familiar face wink

back at me -With a rush of rippling relief - 

Surprise! -She is still there, here, with me- 

smiling at such dear familiar foolish fear -  

all is well - all the same - she is here - 

at least until tomorrow - 

nothing to do but smile 

today 

and..

Morning Dishonesty 

Rush from the bed feet firm-bam

onto the floor, into the shower

out through the door - Oh was 

 that a mirror there through

the steam - I did not even 

notice - never pay heed

nor thought to my mien