A mirror is a shadow

That leaks color

And shows a seeming

A reflection

Not a life

A shadow.

Yet it shows a shadow

That hurts

A shadow with substance

Thrown at you as

You look

The harsh, shadow-reality,

Of your mind.

And then it grips your mind

And obsession

With caring, tending,

Changing

The shadow

Loving it

And hating it

And forgetting

What came before the shadow

And how beautiful it was.