Self-Portrait, Day 7

Welcome back 🙂 I have been around but not often enough here. I’ve been poeming, for sure, yet time is never sufficient, so a great part of my recent poetry appears on paper.
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April Poem-A-Day 07 – Self-portrait

What is a ball of tangled ropes,
or a bowl of wiggling noodles?

What do you seek in the mirror?
But your depression and self-ruin,
the harsh words you have stored
for your own tiny wrinkles,
and especially for those
not too fine ones, the ones
you try to hide in vain.

Veiled behind a hollow story,
still worthy of your smiles,
love cuddles quietly.

© 2014, MK