to survive the storms that come
within us raging
outside this body is the calm and quiet
people simply do not know
what is happening &
they do not ask simple because
they have no right to invade the fences of our privacy
we wear many faces
some many pretenses
masks
and when we are alone facing the mirror
we take everything
and see that innermost face
the last layer
that tells us the truth of our existence
and then we begin
that talk: that honest conversation
without any taint
or blame
only that gentility of the spirit
that forgiving arm
embracing
a shoulder because it is cold and
the feeling
is shattered.

RIC S. BASTASA

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-in-the-mirror-of-the-night/