the mirrors reflection stares back at me <br />with long dark curls <br />a smile-less face <br />and searching dark eyes <br />carefully I turn <br />this way and that <br />at my cast reflection <br />I even peer back over my shoulder <br />to make certain <br />yes, <br />I am sure <br />it is indeed sadness <br />that sheathed me in its dress <br />so closely to my body it fits <br />my new agony wear <br />suggests everything it hides <br />leaving nothing to the imagination<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cloth-of-hurt/
