Mirror mirror on the wall…. <br />Have you ever looked in the mirror? <br />I have….its a dangerous habit.. <br />Dangerous if you don’t like what you see.. <br />Lethal, if you do. <br />I am indifferent to what I see. It isn’t your usual response, I know-it’s cultivated.I cultivated it through years of sufferance and criticism. A response which has stood me in good stead through some of the most trying years of my life. You see I’ve been able to be a good friend unto myself. A sincere, reliable source of self analysis, self review and thenceforth self correction. I can look at myself or rather, upon myself and see the ugliness, the vulnerability, the wretchedness, the survivor’s will, the ambition and the desire to achieve perfection. I can look upon myself and see myself as my worst enemies can and then console myself as my best friends can. <br /> I have beliefs which help me through moments of complete and absolute despair; dictums which I have shared with my reflection and brought myself back from the very verge of hysteria and darkness. I have beliefs so simple, so plain, so real- they mock logic; beliefs upon which I have built THAT PERFECT FRIEND…my reflection in the mirror<br /><br />wardha jawdat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prose-3/
