The Power of Poetry
Throwing Myself Into Infinity
Just Let Go!

I want to get out of this mirror.
out of these scalding mirrors.
Some are never finished,
The mirror on the wall Has a picture of my face in it, that everyone has seen. It’s hard to look in through the glassy glare, But looking back is not so hard. What do I see when I look in the mirror? Is it the man who is truly me? Or is it a role that I hide behind, To protect myself and how others see. I’ve been looking into the mirror for years. I’ve grown accustomed to what stares back at me. I know all the things that I hate to see, And I try to conceal them with makeup or lies. The mirror memorizes all my flaws, one by one. And every day, I become more aware of them. When will I look in the mirror and see what is really me? Will I ever be able to let go of disguise? It’s hard to look in through the glassy glare, but looking back is not so hard. But looking inside, at last, is harder still…
I am not sure if things are as they seem. What is real? What is an illusion? It’s difficult to tell, even as I frantically try. But in my desperation, I don’t want to ever stop trying. I don’t know what the results will be or how it will end, but I want to see it through like any good story. I want to live the story as it unfolds. I am tired of looking and hoping at the same time. Tired of wondering when I will be free. Tired of living my life in half-measures. Tired of reaching for something and not getting it. I wish, one day, that there could be a way to connect and find meaning in all things that I have ever encountered during my life. But while my emotions are moving, they will never move fast enough to keep up with what is happening now.
Poetry is everywhere 💚 But the question is, how much do you love it?






