Mirrors.
They
affirm our innate being.
A
true reflection of our self.
More
than just our physical appearance.
A
look into our soul.
Our
instincts point to reality.
Confronting
our insecurities and fears.
Nowhere
to hide.
Our
core is revealed.
Words
spoken before suddenly become harder to air.
Who
we are.
Who
we want to be.
No
looking back.
Can
you face yourself?
I like the line in your poem that says, "No looking back." I never really thought of that in relation to mirrors. If there is "no looking back," do we need to avoid mirrors? What happens if we look back? Are we looking back, or is it our reflection?
ReplyDeleteTo bounce off of Professor Gonsior, Alex, this reminded me of some country song where the singer punches their rearview mirror so they don't look back.
ReplyDeleteIt is very scary to look at a mirror and see what you really look like. That takes so much courage to do. The sentence you ended on, "Can you face yourself?" really resonates; you draw the reader in and make them think. In writing this, you've asked core questions about yourself and your reader.
You're one of the bravest people I know, Alex! This is a great poem. I'm so glad you submitted it!