I am the sharp bark of the tree that skins your knee.
I am the sand in your eyes the grit on your teeth, the thorn in your stride.
The unnecessary but inevitable truth.
I am your reflection, not softened with kindness or clouded by consideration.
A reflection full force of the sun. You will squint and turn away, for I have cast your shadow.
Turn now to face sun’s source, your shadows now behind you.