The Mirror

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d="05b5">And then the wise Universe sent me a mirror — a partner overflowing with you I saw first hand your destruction How a gentle man could go from calm to bursting with rage in a nanosecond all that pain and disgust reaching a boiling point leaving fist indentations in walls How the slightest slight became a personal affront — the whole world was against him And I watched, terrified as his righteous indignation spewed his anger slamming me to the floor leaving invisible, internal bruises not even meant for meAnd then the mirror spoke: Do you see? That’s how you look Do you hear? That’s how you sound Is this who you want to be?© 2021 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.For <a href="undefined">𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊.</a>’s 19.01.21 Tuesday’s Prompt — Resentment<div id="3060" class="link-block">

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    </div><p id="1afd"><b><i>Lori Carlson</i></b> writes Poetry, Fiction, Articles, Creative Non-Fiction and Personal Essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, Nature, Loss, Death, and the LGBTQ+ community. Check out her personal Medium blog <a href="https://medium.com/the-rattling-bones">here</a>.</p></article></body>

Poetic response to Tuesday’s prompt

You once crawled around in the underbelly of my mind hidden and elusive until a memory surfaced Only then would you charge out stomping your feet like an indignant child red-faced and distorted All the pain and angst rising to the surface egged on by fear fueled by rabid disappointment And then I would spend hours days even, tamping you down sinking you back into darkness I didn’t want to wear such an enflamed mask

And then the wise Universe sent me a mirror — a partner overflowing with you I saw first hand your destruction How a gentle man could go from calm to bursting with rage in a nanosecond all that pain and disgust reaching a boiling point leaving fist indentations in walls How the slightest slight became a personal affront — the whole world was against him And I watched, terrified as his righteous indignation spewed his anger slamming me to the floor leaving invisible, internal bruises not even meant for me

And then the mirror spoke: Do you see? That’s how you look Do you hear? That’s how you sound Is this who you want to be?

For 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊.’s 19.01.21 Tuesday’s Prompt — Resentment

Lori Carlson writes Poetry, Fiction, Articles, Creative Non-Fiction and Personal Essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, Nature, Loss, Death, and the LGBTQ+ community. Check out her personal Medium blog here.