Mirror

The sting of all this loss,

The choking grip of this solitude…

Will it dull?

It feels like gasoline,

Burning holes and eating away my insides

Until all that remains of me

Are ashes on a dirty floor

That everyone steps over,

And never cleans up.

No fight left.

No longer trying to be seen.

Mirror, Mirror….

Show me something other than me.

Scars are souvenirs from places

I never wished to travel.

The reflection comes back

And all I see is the outline of a ghost…

Transparent and forgotten

Mourning the loss of itself,

Its relevance,

Its existence.

Mirror, Mirror…

I want to see someone complete.

I hear the white noise of voices.

“You are so beautiful” they say.

They say it….and walk away.

They say it, but they don’t stay.

They don’t rip open the exterior

And look deeper inside…

To see the maze of darkness

Leads somewhere that light still remains.

Mirror, Mirror…

I want someone to see inside of me.

Observing the familiar and the new,

Finding treasure in the decay and the growth,

Relating to the chaos and the calm,

Enjoying the wild and the refined,

And feeling comfort and joy in what they see.

Mirror, Mirror…

I want to see someone next to me.

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