Ire

After years of reasonable waiting
he finally came forth with a vengeance
and smashed every single image
of himself
that he had seen,
oh so many times,
not in a mirror,
but in the faces of the people watching him.

Left and right he now looks,
hunched in the windowless hallway
right in front of his door.

Keys and change are in his pockets,
he must not forget his hat,
it’s cold outside.

Consciously,
he breathes in and walks out
into the world
to go and search
for a real mirror.