Your Poetry Dot Com - Moment of Clarity

So there I was washing my face, the mirror screamed ugly,
Said you ain’t got to like me but you’ll learn to love me,
I am the company that will forever keep you,
The only existence that you can’t see through,
I am your self esteem in which your dreams feed through,
The back track flash backs and the previews,
The concerns that burn you firmly and keep you from sleeping at night.

Right then I was stuck stood still frozen,
Trying to find the **** that mouth dropped open,
Knowing this was all for real,
I kept my nerves concealed,
As the words would steal my undivided attention,
Her voice got a lot softer with each single sentence,
She mentioned the lifestyle of her smile,
The self portraits and the morbid side profile,
The cornered and the docile,
She said ‘walk in the slow isle and ignore the mobiles,
But make sure you stay in touch’,
She said ‘some of us are going to end up corrupt,’
With a brush brush the strokes of dry lies
Because the truth is harder to sell and the smarter survive,
The harder you strive the more they will run,
Be careful not to lose sight of how far you have come,
The numb feeling of dealing with will fade,
And it’ll make more sense as you continue to age,
This hip hop life might seem like a faze,
But fear this is it to remained engraved,
The rage will build at the moments will open a still frozen frame,
That sets the picture of kill the lame,
But your name needs not worry while they scurry to pile on dirt,
And cover up the work you insert,
Their words won’t be worth a thing,
I felt a pin like sting seeping in to each pore of my skin,
Like boredom is a sin and then within several seconds,
I saw my face start to melt within the reflection,
Smile sagging eyes bagging,
Ear lobs dragging on the bathroom tiles,
I was practically ***** myself,
She said ‘this is an image of a scene that needs help,
Are you an insignificant?
You must play with the different cards you’ve been dealt,’
The ***** in this business,
Are only out for themselves and that bitterness,
That dwells amongst your own personal health,
It’s like heaven to many who stepped in,
With a rather large weight on their shoulders,
You can see the faces get colder,
And the soldier starts to lose his mind,
You’ve been given a living breathing self believing beauty who is truly
Just one of a kind,
Find that contempt bench to park in,
And you may bargain with the pardon I’m sorry…,
The sorry excuse that they use to spill a splash of juice,
Will not hold up in your views your truth,
Is coming while the sarcasm is flooding,
The dusk ridden streets,
‘Close your eyes and listen to me speak,
Because there’s a point to be reached,’
I did as she wished,
And I swear I felt a set of cold lips kiss me,
I opened my eyes to find there was no me in that mirror,
I scanned the glass but there was no face no body,
Just some cubicle doors
This was a nothing I’d never seen before,
Time stopped as I watched in awe,
I paused and then gained composure,
I was curious I wanted some form of closure,
So I moved closer,
And I asked her ‘are you god’ She replied ‘no,
I’m just that part of you your yet to get to know, your Moment of Clarity’

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