Looking in a mirror, darkly
Whether science fiction or memoir
Is the writer's reflection
The writer himself
Will not look
For to appear directly in his field of view
It would be unbearable
But he can't help but hope
That his reflection looks
For he wants so badly to see
What's there
Looking back
In true, descriptive reality
Blemishes converted
To the most beautiful impressionism
But if he were to actually look
If I were to actually look
Instead of waiting for my reflection to whisper what it sees
I might see
A real face
Roman Ryan 