I caught one of those thoughts,
Evading my meditation,
And sneakily making its way,
Into the heap of forgotten ones.
The thought that could ruffle my feathers,
That could agitate our calm waters,
The calmness so scrupulously conserved.
The thought that expounded your responses,
That explored that unusual tone.
It's that thought that spoke of your anger,
Anger that you were oblivious to,
Anger that could not be identified,
Unless it was reflected,
By a mirror tailored for you,
A human mirror.
What you will never know,
Is that your anger,
Erodes the mirror's silver.
The more it's eroded,
The more it's yours.