Heather Jephcott

The Nothing Face 

She looked into the mirror

for just a moment.

She saw nothing,

insignificancy looked back at her

nothing worthy of interest,

a nothing face

no major differences

no changes from yesterday.

It was morning

first thing.

Sometimes at this hour

the face peering at her

had softer, prettier, hues

the night having brought

peace and calm

and love sometimes still seemed to be speaking

through the eyes.

But all she noticed

this morning

were the odd spots

and even these

were faded

hardly worthy of detection.

Her dreams had been full

with an accompanying aggravation,

peculiar annoyances biting

adding negativity

to what should have been

a beautiful time.

She was beginning to realise

that she needed to forgive her dreams,

to wipe away any remaining

negative effects

whatever they might be linked to.

Soft hands, a gentle mind

was required to kindly lift

the various sensitivities picked up

from the insensitivity of others.

She was hoping,

praying,

for all harshness

to disappear

from her heart.