Mirror Mirror

As I stare across the room
The view I see in front of me
Gazes back at me
It is a flashback of whatever is behind me
And a throwback of my very own image

I stretch my hand to touch this view
It is as slippery as a wet floor
As fragile as a newborn
As solid as a stone
As delicate as your heart

It is as clear as crystal
My eyes can penetrate its confinements
And do not fail to glimpse its reflection of my body
If I try to step into this view
It will crash into uncountable broken pieces

But I wonder

I wonder if it can reflect my pain, my joy and all my sentiments
I wonder if it can reflect the richness of my soul
I wonder if it can touch my beautiful inner being
I wonder if it can see the real me
The inside of me, like the way I see through it.

How can I be so sure?
How can I ignore?
How can I remain clueless of its exertion?
And so I ask, “Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the most transparent of us all?”



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~Poem by Trudy-Elsie A.

  08-29-10

 4:30pm