The Reflection

Sometimes we don't recognize those who are the closest to us.

I see a ghost in front of me.

A ghost that I should recognize,

But I don't.

It does look familiar. 

And overall, I think I know who it is,

But then I see something, I don't recognize.

I lift my hand,

She lifts her hand.

I wave,

She waves.

I nod my head,

She nods her head.

I smile,

She frowns.

I cry,

She laughs.

I see a ghost.

And now, I know who it is.

The ghost is me,

Trapped in a mirror.

She is me,

but at the same time she is not.

I see  Green eyes, 

Dirty-Blond hair,

Curves,

5' 3".

I see a ghost.

A ghost that is cold-hearted.

A ghost that has no feelings.

A ghost that looks depressed.

But am I really this ghost??

Does the Mirror reflect me??

Is that me??

Who have I become??

Who am I??

Reviews

[747]

Very expressive. I like how you separated the descriptions, both between you and the reflection as well as between each action.
I am curious what it is that you see that isn't recognizable to you in the reflection.
I also like that even though you say "Trapped in a mirror" it could mean so many things. For example, is it your mind that is trapped by fear? Or your emotions by grief? Or is it physical from some kind of injury?
Very interesting and thought provoking, good job.

[justdandy]

thank you. I plan to edit this more. This was my second draft.

[Bear]

Critique: (She lifts its hand) She lifts her hand
(And I now, I know who it is) And now I know who it is

This is a good concept but it reads more like a short story than a poem, maybe you should put it in a paragraph and present it as a short story? You could even expand on this and turn it into a full story or novel, good idea it would make a good story :~)

[justdandy]

Okay. Thank you