Feculent

I place the palms of my hands
either side of the sink basin
and stare into the mirror

i look and see me
before me

the porcelain beneath holds
an unsympathetic and stony texture
a representation in many ways

cracks appear right in
front of my eyes
which are clear to see
albeit some times a little blurred

however,

the true injuries of depression
are reflected in my mind and heart

which aren’t so clear.

Its easy to turn my back on me
yet, as always

I will have
to face myself again.