The Mirror's Gaze

A despondent, perturbed, and fretful face
Stares back at me through the penurious mirror before me;
I attempt to exorcise the painful demons and hurt memories
Of past and recent failures in my midst -
A horrific host of scars and indifferent wounds
Shroud my empty visage of its normal features;
I am protective of my unwanted reflection
And in sheer and utter shambles...

The mask I wear is one
Of loathsome fear and dubious insecurities;
For I am but a needy and intolerant fool,
In the midst of unscrupulous self-pity
And much-maligned distrust;
But were I to reveal my richly-deserving heart
And bear my unwanted, yet meticulous soul,
I would gain much desirability and love.

For my beloved and gracious identity would emerge,
Whose inclusiveness and spirited emotions would endure;
And I would speak of my trusting intentions,
My respectful, blessed working habits,
And my passionate caring and concern
For my fellow human beings.