Mirror Poem by Areese Woodson

Somber and swollen -
The dew peers down through hurting eyes.
Tears run down the clear canvas.
Splotches rest on streets.
Feet bear the pieces.

As the day fades,
Splotches become mirrors.
A portrait of a silhouette -
Standing in the dark.

The watery face that materialized to my reflection
Splashed away.
For a moment, I thought I heard the still air mutter something.
I could've stepped on the puddle and enjoy the windless night,
But I didn't need anymore regrets.
I couldn't recognize myself today.

There's a sun somewhere,
But he'll never shine on my current ways.