I may be an artist with brush of skill <br />I may be a musician rare of thrill <br />Possessed of voice sweeter than my pen <br />I may sculpt in clay now and again <br /> <br />I may be starving for all you can know <br />I may be bleeding for what I would show <br />I may be weak or weary beyond your ken <br />Or I might be quite blissful now and then <br /> <br />You may be all of these things and much more <br />You may be my equal on every score <br />You may own many such fine qualities <br />As those I hold, or quite diverse from these <br /> <br />Yet intent upon private mirrors <br />But a sole reflection can there be <br />I do not know you <br />And you don’t know me<br /><br />Mary Havran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/private-mirrors/
