Seeing Is Believing

This is another older poem that I'd like to revise at some point.

My stage is a mirrored floor,
And I playfully dance
with my reflection.
But with deeper observation,
it gives way.
I reach out to grasp
the falling shards of myself,
Only to find that my hands come back
with wounds that quickly turn to scars.
Fractured pieces of the past
fit together all too perfectly.
I saw in them,
who you were,
But now I raise my palms up and see
who you are.

Reviews

[THE LOST ROSE]

This may be old but work like this is timeless. I really enjoyed this piece. Have you revised it since you posted it months ago? If not don't worry this is great. I hope you find some other olds ones!

[THE LOST ROSE]

This may be old but work like this is timeless. I really enjoyed this piece. Have you revised it since you posted it months ago? If not don't worry this is great. I hope you find some other olds ones!

[Emily B]

I don't know that it needs anything. It flows well. It's written with emotion. It makes me feel for the narrative voice. Great write.

[Virellius an Fiach]

If I may, is the 'you' you speak of in this poem youself? You mention the reflection... if it was intended to be obvious, I apologize. I loved it.

[Virellius an Fiach]

If I may, is the 'you' you speak of in this poem youself? You mention the reflection... if it was intended to be obvious, I apologize. I loved it.

[Z. Smith]

Powerful. Evocative use of imagery tied to deep metaphors. How very true to life this poem is...there is nothing more sobering than disillusionment and I think you brought it out beautifully in this piece of work. Well done.

Z