Through the looking glass

I took the wrong pill...

There it hangs, on the wall;

Large and grey and ten feet tall.

Mocking me, Calling me to it

Beckoning me..with candle lit

I-with trepidation step

Towards my fate, in here it’s kept.

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Mirror mirror on the wall,

Please tell me I’m not all that small

and insignificant, as my reflection

I smile at myself, it’s an optical illusion.

It must be, my reflection stumbles

In this half light, reality crumbles.

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And so I reach a trembling finger,

caressing the glass, I stare and linger,

As my hand is swallowed in liquid silver

The glass ripples like the bank of a river.

Frowning, candle in hand, I take a leap

Believing myself to be asleep.

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It’s through the looking glass I go,

Into the unknown, where wild rivers flow

roaring water reverborating,

I stand, silently, hesitating.

Afraid to move forward, I can’t go back

Cursing myself for the confidence I lack.

�"�"

Taking stock of my new situation,

The looking glass gone, I hunt for information,

Following a path, that disappears

Which way to go? Should I face my fears?

Take a step into the new world that’s welcomed me?

Or stay here trapped and lonely?

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My candle flickers, and silently dies,

I see the world with brand new eyes.

Shaking my head I soldier forward,

Raising my eyes and looking skyward.

I’m no Alice, this is reality,

I’m a survivor; I leave there my frailty.

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Author's Note

This is what being out of work reduces me to!

Reviews

[Dinesh Sairam]

A different subject to write on. You have painted a grand picture, which divides the real world from the surreal world. I can very well imagine myself going into a mirror and ending up in a dreamy, fluttering world. But, you didn't picture yourself 'coming out of the mirror', well, that's ok. I liked the way you express yourself as brand new, ready-to-lead after you come of the mirror (Or so I assume). Another good piece of art from you. I request you to write more and more different poems.

I'm sorry if it pricks you, but this reminded me of a famous poem (From my grade school..lol) and I just couldn't resist myself from posting it with this review.

"I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful --
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish."

~ Mirrors by Sylvia Plath.

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This is a good poem. I loved the flow of the poem. I really did like this poem though. I liked this a lot. Thanks for sharing. :)

[Ruth]

I absolutely love this sweet!
A brilliant version of Alice, in your own words :) That reflection is a mind blowing thing ey? Do we face fears as you said? Or turn away?
We just have to make the best of the situation at times I guess lol
Excellent and vivid poem, I love this!
xx

[Molafvt]

Well you may have been "reduced" somewhat, but it is obvious you re-expanded again, once you returned from your quick silver trip, or woke up to" reality", whichever the case may be. "I’m a survivor; I leave there my frailty." It's crazy how life's challenges cause us to reevaluate ourselves. This was a beautiful self portrait in a time of great concern.

"Taking stock of my new situation,

The looking glass gone, I hunt for information,

Following a path, that disappears

Which way to go? Should I face my fears?

Take a step into the new world that’s welcomed me?

Or stay here trapped and lonely?

The drama heightens here as you ask yourself the most important questions and then you resolve these in the final stanza. really nice read with flowing rhythm and rhyme. Very nicely done my dear, both in the write and the resolution of your issues. Every stanza is beautifully constructed. They are all my favorites.

[Dan]

Lovely imagery. Then again, I am the Mad Hatter...

[Abdul Aziz]

Reality does hit hard. Fantasies and dreams entice us, tugging at our minds and hearts everyday. But we have to realize that reality's not what we dream it should be.
Or atleast, that's what I understood from this poem.
The way you've presented it is novel. The rhyming is good, but I think the meter can be improved. You somehow find a way to imbue some good imagery into a poem of this kind!
There are many lines I'd like to quote from this poem. I love reading it.
Very good job, once again!

[Coyote Poetry]

A very strong poem. World is getting harder for everyone. i could feel the frustration in your words. I like the ending. We must try to go forward and hope for a better day. My three kids came home after three years away with two babies. I have a open door for family. We need to have a place to feel safe. A excellent poem. I hope things get better for you.
Coyote

[PaperHearts]

Beautiful! I liked the balance between the fairytale-like way in which you told your story, and the deep and dark complexity of the underlying emotions. There was certainly a lot going on in this piece, and I actually really liked that, because it kept me interested, and kept me reading. Some really breathtaking imagery as well! Nice work,
~PaperHearts

[Miss Coral]

A great piece... nice rhyme scheme, but the flow is a bit off in some parts. Otherwise, however, excellent piece. Nice job. c:

[Amaunet]

nicely done as always hon. you always manage to create a perfect picture in ones head when they ready your stuff