Mirrors

I lay in my bed
And stare at the ceiling
Thinking and dreaming
Of what the future holds for me
I close my eyes and fall into a deep slumber
Feel my spirit leave my body
My body rests in sleep
While my spirit does not
My spirit flies away
To a room with four mirrors
With each mirror carrying a different one of my fates

I turn to one mirror and see myself with two kids
One on each side of me
Holding onto me as if they will never let go
But, there is no father

I turn to another mirror
One small little girl
Is being held in my arms
Protectively as if I want to protect her from the world
But, she is dead
A man holds me as I weep
For a daughter I might never know

I turn to the third mirror
And see myself with three small children
They look sad around as other children play with their fathers
And are stared at as if they was meant to be pitied
They gather with me
But, there is no father

I finally turn to the last mirror
And see myself being held in someone's arms
I smile softly as I am holding a delicate yet strong little boy in my arms
He's alive and healthy
And he belongs to a small but happy family

But I have but one question,
Which of these fates is mine?

I walk back in spirit to where my body rests
And go back to sleep
To sleep and dream about what I've just seen…

Reviews

[The Elder Pine]

I really loved this piece, the idea overall is very good and I thought you expressed your thoughts very well. I think that this piece has a few meanings within it and that makes it even better, this is a great write!

"I lay in my bed
And stare at the ceiling
Thinking and dreaming
Of what the future holds for me
I close my eyes and fall into a deep slumber
Feel my spirit leave my body
My body rests in sleep
While my spirit does not
My spirit flies away
To a room with four mirrors
With each mirror carrying a different one of my fates

I turn to one mirror and see myself with two kids
One on each side of me
Holding onto me as if they will never let go
But, there is no father

I turn to another mirror
One small little girl
Is being held in my arms
Protectively as if I want to protect her from the world
But, she is dead
A man holds me as I weep
For a daughter I might never know

I turn to the third mirror
And see myself with three small children
They look sad around as other children play with their fathers
And are stared at as if they was meant to be pitied
They gather with me
But, there is no father

I finally turn to the last mirror
And see myself being held in someone's arms
I smile softly as I am holding a delicate yet strong little boy in my arms
He's alive and healthy
And he belongs to a small but happy family

But I have but one question,
Which of these fates is mine?

I walk back in spirit to where my body rests
And go back to sleep
To sleep and dream about what I've just seen�"