Mirror, Mirror

A reflection, symmetric.

A silhouette of me.

The shiny glass,

Pulling and pinning my image to it.

It changes, morphing as I do.

Perhaps, I am stuck inside this mirror.

Trapped.

The glass being a wall.

A force field to keep me in.

Caged, as the other part of me

Walks among the outside world.

Each day, I always seem to return

To look at, gaze at, and greet the me

That lies beyond the glass.

I wave, it waves back.

I smile, it smiles back.

The image, the reflection.

The symmetry.

A hostage behind the sea of invisible.

Inside the mirror, mirror on the wall.

Reviews

[Justine]

What an opportunity to be outside of ourselves and looking in, trying to figure out what's real. I may be way off base here, but this is what I got from your wonderful poem. "A hostage behind the sea of invisible" is an excellent line. Loved this. Justine

[Jared Michael Smith]

I don't know if you intended it, but I felt that the message was about how sometimes we trap our true selves behind glass walls, while some other person that the world wants to see walks around for us. So heartbreakingly sad, yet so heartbreakingly true, that we can never be good enough for the world... Anyways, no matter the message, I loved it! The flow was good, the images were vivid, it was all wonderful. Very good work, Ms. Svetlana. :)

[Eryn ♪]

Woah! I like it, the radical way of thinking. Something to make you go hmm.... Keep going with this kinda stuff.