I caught a glimpse of myself

I caught a glimpse of myself
in a coffee shop window today.
I was surprised– I looked good.
Pale face, dark glasses, wry expression.
I was looking less damaged on the outside
than I think I am inside.

It was that glimpse, unexpected, that undid me.
What could I do if this was
always the self-caught glimpse?
The window reflects the clearest,
lightest parts of myself.
The darkened bits recede.

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6 thoughts on “I caught a glimpse of myself

  1. Cricket

    I wish I could choose the glasses each day that help me interpret the world. Good days are flashes, ever so appreciated yet elusive.

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  2. Writer Reading

    No, not the dreaded coffee shop windows that stalk us around every corner and pounce when we least expect it. I have never liked my reflection in one, which is pathetic, knowing I’m still in worse shape on the inside. Nice poem.

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  3. Michelle

    I loved this post…it is interesting when we catch a glimpse of ourselves and it catches us off gaurd. I am glad your glimpse was a good one…my glimpses have been whispering…”I look older…not old but older”

    Reply

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