The truth came flying out of the mirror,
—its reflection veracious and new
Flowing into my eyes, an image so clear,
—its talon's resharpened and honed
It left without warning, my emptiness torn out,
—heading back to a place out of view
And on wings of silver, it returned fulfilled,
—my spirit soaring free and atoned
(Southwest Flight Las Vegas-Phila: January 27,2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem