Your real face

Stop looking into the mirror

your face is not there.

Look closely, there are

only temples enclosing weary what ifs

only ears distorting symphony into cacophony

only eyes lacking tears and dreams

only nose lacking breath and smell

only lips carrying smears and screams

only skin imprisoning sweat.

Can there be a face

where silence permeates the temples

where melodies enchant the ears

where dreams play on eyelids

where life dances through nose

where songs kiss the lips

where skin sweats?

"Yes, there is"

whispered the Heart.