Half-Silvered Mirror

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Reading poetry,
only a few have broken
the Forth Wall.
When they do,
I feel the tears in me dry...
The friend I need at that moment
and the advice that’s so subtle,
it’s more than welcoming.
Because I know
without its words,
I’m not ashamed at how I feel
for someone has written their survival.

While some can manage this,
most are naïve—
admiring themselves
in the half-silvered mirror
they call your eyes.