Mimic

 Mimic

It's me in the mirror.

Eyes black rimmed,

Mouth grim-faced without hope.

“Pull it together!”

I admonish knowing some days are easier than others.

"What would you know?"

My voice cracks at the counterfeit staring back.

"We are all infallible.”

 I heard whimpered in response.

Forcing a smile to cast aside darkened discomfiture,

I mimic strength and joy,

melancholy no more.

 

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