Cracked Mirrors

I only see my fathers reflection in cracked mirrors

And that fear of being less than perfect draws nearer

Like the past

Nearer like the Serpent when I see you in that glass

Like the Serpent servin’ certain circles, slithering in grass

Clearly masked

With an apple for your eye

(Which was I)

Disappear! I wasn’t worth it when you seen me in your hands, was I?

Now I only see you through the pieces of a man….

And as far as they can see

I’m just another son shunned to vacancy

And though I rose like the summer sun it has taken me life to conjure tears thicker than the blood you gave to me

Although those tears never fell

They swelled and they stayed cuz they ain’t wanna be like you…

The truth is I’m confused

Am I bitter? Do I hate you? Am I angry? Do I love you? Does it matter?

Do I choose..?

The space between anger and longing is gray

And so I pray to never see a cracked mirror on the day that I’ve got my own son

When I’ve grown

And got a wife

Cuz if I stray, I’ll see you for the rest of my life

And you’ll probably never hear this

My voice is as calm as the Spirit

Although I have no rage that doesn’t mean that I am fearless

Only seen you once yet you’re so much in my appearance