Mirrored Faces

I make faces at myself in the bathroom mirror at work. I ask my friend/coworker if he does the same, he say’s, “yea”. I am happy to know that.

Writing is easier than talking, because a disconnect from the filter of mouth happens, and my fingers are more familiar with the language of my heart. Therefore, my words, these words may be much more telling about me than any words that you may hear come from my well shaped lips.

And since I am discovering the breadth of my ragamuffin-ness there may be words that are painful to read because the majority of you who read this love me deeply. So hang on, and hold your breath at the right points so that when you exhale it will be all the more sweet.

Something I wrote yesterday:
Disfigured ME
Bet you can't SEE
Anything but secretly
Through dark glass
reflections of beauty.
But I'm hiding my face, back turned
full of disgrace
Long to be free ME.