My Reflection: Poetry

These hands,
soft and deliberate,
dark and calloused,
remember all things 
as if everything 
I've touched
produced itself:
Internal reflection
~
Unchallenged,
the mind creates
a world within
the subconscious;
If one's thoughts
are not in harmony,
that place becomes
coagulated 
hate, rage and fear
~
Therefore,
be always open 
to your subtle mind
and the true reasons
for all you do
~
You see,
The external mirror 
has never been 
my companion;
staring at it 
for long periods
produces naught
but pain
~
My reflection is
a portal,
taking me to
the scars of memory
I carry but others
do not see
~
The greatest lesson
is to still the mind
while simultaneously
interacting with 
the world.

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