POETRY ON MEDIUM

The Girl in the Mirror

I see a little girl, staring back through the shiny mirror. She likes to seek but now she’s hidden away in the dreams of her own fantasy.

I see a girl, who loves to laugh and tell a story she builds in her dreams now she stares back with her shadowy gaze to combat her nightmares off the cliff.

I see a little girl, holding out her hand against the mirror wall, her lips trace the prayer of help as her legs retreat back to the well. In the past, she came as, the future she wishes for and a deep hole of memories shrieking for attention.

I see a girl and she sees me back, we stand a meter apart, half one away from the mirror glass. We don’t recognize each other, a day far, a month or a year, we are two different women waiting for the other one to search for a way past the shiny old glass.

One is past one is future, the rest is blurred to the mourning daze. I wish to seek her, she attempts the same, yet we both stand a hand apart and stare and stare and stare.