Multiple Faces Poem by Mary Jesusa Villegas

Multiple Faces



A bright morning
A prisoner
of vanity rather
than routine
I looked in the mirror
I saw Claudine.

Gone, in a hot afternoon
Again
In the mirror I looked
I saw Corazon
and an old
exhausted book.

It was the night
Finally I saw
A reflection
truly recognizable
There are quite little flaws.
Yet the simplicity
the entity
the Mary
That I know

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