The hall of mirrors in my mind

fun house selfieThe hall of mirrors where I wander
Gives reflections of the broader world.
Yet, those reflections are often distorted
By my own attempt to fit them in a too-small frame.

Still, despite distortion,
There are truths that can be seen.
Whether stretched or compressed,
My hair is still turning gray.

My eyes still look back at me,
No matter how quickly I look away.
There is no way to look in the mirror
Without looking back at myself

I need other eyes
To catch another angle;
To expand the frame.
Can you help me out?

What can we see together?
I think we are both stuck in this fun house, anyway.

[photo by Lauren Coolman per cc 2.0]

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