Author's Note: I do realize my poetry is not as good as my stories. However, my muses insist I write both so here ya go.
"Enemy Unknown"
A sea of polished glass swells before me
Displaying assorted shades of the figure known as myself
Sometimes, I see a foreigner in my place
A person unknown
A perverse piece of my soul that rarely sees the light of day
I touch the glass tentatively
As if the surface of the mirror could shatter so easily
The cold temperature is a shock to my flesh
But I press on, daring the mirror to reveal its secrets
However, it offers me no answers
I feel resistance as my palm fits oh so neatly into the framed corner
My brow narrows in irritation
It is being obstinate tonight
For this mirror is a doorway to another world
One where no secrets are reserved, and the mysteries of life are effortlessly found
As if you could pick the remedies off a tree like a mere apple
I withdraw my hand, cradling it like it has been badly burned
I gaze into the glassy surface feeling vulnerable, lost
Who is this person that gazes back at me?
I do not know these features
They are alien to me yet somehow familiar
My mother perhaps?
Any lost member of my family?
It cannot be me...
Can it?
It has been long since I've used this mirror for its original purpose
Hey, reflection, have you seen the human side of me?
Do you harbor all my discarded emotions inside this mirror?
I want them back
I have not been human since I cast them away
I was wrong to let my heart grow cold
To tell off the only man I'd ever loved
He is long since gone...
I want to mourn the loss
I gaze deeper, and more questions arise
Until the gears in my mind finally collapse under the weight
My reflection recedes to it's former self
A guise, a deception
An after image to keep others at bay
The mirror is no longer something my hands can wield
The doorway to another world is now closed
I must stop running
And confront my troubles
I'm frightened
I'm in need of a map, a guide
I do not want to go it alone
I cry out but all I hear are the echoes
Of those whose once were
But have been pushed away
By me
With a heavy sigh, I hang my head, eyes downcast
The thought rises unbidden but every word is truth
I am my own worst enemy
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