Shadow Of A Mind Poem by Barry Reiter

Tension mounts, the mirror is checked, another blemish found.
With the anguish of comparison the mind is securely bound.
The fleshy prison holds on tight, no escape is here or there.
Form is fact, seeing's feeling, this reality is clear.

Then into a shell of cloth we leap, a dozen salves applied.
Heed the beckoning of the media, our finances denied.
Deep inside the problem's clear, things just don't equate,
The reflection in the mirror just mocks with a goal we cannot sate.

But the blemish reexamined now, seems different than before.
The mirror may be the issue here as it hangs upon the door?
The blemish grows and grows in size, surrounding all in sight.
What started small is now immense, and no one knows our plight.

The mirror melts, the floor dissolves, the eyes beholding gone.
Yet a strange, familiar feeling's left, of like there is but one.
The mirror and room now are back, the face still looks the same,
But what was left beyond these things made this look like a game.

The room, the mirror, the person there, all within the blemish small.
But the blemish was the thing that spawned the person and it all.
The blemish just did not belong, the thing we should exclude,
But now it seems the blemish was the one thing that we knew.

A blemish is a mind that sees what really is to be.
A blemish on a world that tells us what we should not see.
The blemish's beauty is not contained within the world of price.
No blemish mars the face of those who live with hearts of ice.

The spark of life that makes you you, that is no blemish then.
The thing that makes up all you see, can not that be our friend?
So suddenly you realize why you felt so wrong before.
The only blemish was stopping your spark from opening life's door.