Two Shall Become One Poetry Contest

The quote used:
"There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy concept."
Ansel Adams



Moving towards the reflective surface,
A soft voice speaks inside my head,
“There is nothing to be ashamed of
for mirrors often lie.”

Afraid of the rejection my eyes will see,
Feelings of resentment and fear flood through me,
Feeling worse than a thousand paper-cuts.

Opening my eyes to the mirror before me,
A sharp image of a woman is there.
She looks back at me with eyes of pain,
The blue like an ocean of unshed tears.
Not a trace of beauty lies within her face
Nor a smile detailing to her any happiness
She once felt.

Looking away the fuzzy concept that woman
I see is me, blurs my vision yet again.
When will I be able to look into that surface
And realize that beauty isn’t always only on the outside?

*~ hidden_writer ~*