Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall

Footsteps boom, boom, booming.
Sweet smells dragging a weary body towards morning.
Saying farewell to warmth,
and instead good morning.
Vision a blur, eyes tired, body cold,
released from layers of warmth,
into the light, into the world.

Throwing on all that can be found,
snatched, mix-matched, scratched and patched.
Uncertainty floating throughout the air.
Wind, filling the room with doubt.

Finally facing the honest reflection,
a truthful voice,
No looking away or deflection.
Hearing a small voice
twisting your mind.
Nor mean,
nor kind.
Only truth