Leather mirrors

Life is mirrors
Just watching yourself in Windex
Never noticing splotches or rain
Always clean and strong, always.
Until you take a step and realize
The fragility of your surface
See the cracks and follow their paths
And see the weathered glass turns to leather
The surface wrinkles with change
It bends to your sight
It withers.
But it never actually faltered
You’re just being what you always were
A broken leather mirror

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