IF NOT FOR…
By John Thomas Tuft
Is there a part of me that I’m not proud of?
A part that I try to keep from being known?
Partitioned like the silver of a mirror
Always there but never shown.
Is it because it is hurtful?
Or does it make another feel small?
Some mirrors show distortions
A funhouse of sadness, a slow crawl.
If not for reflection, a mirror is of no use
If not for secrets, no love may last
If not for feelings, we lose our truth
If not for trust, fear’s die is cast.