They were standing there

A Chapter by Peregrinator7

I looked in the mirror

One day

i looked in the mirror

and saw

not one-

but two figures standing there.

The one on the left stood confident and tall

she held my curious stare

she looked like she'd rather fly

or fight or stare death in the face

she was gentle but strong

with almost a bird-like grace

and in an instant i knew she was

the better of the pair

of the

not one-

but two figures standing there.

The other stood with arms crossed

and regarded me with a glare

she looked like a ticking bomb

pop! You get an angry fist to the face

bitter and snarky, trusting nothing

hoarding broken shards from a vase

and in an instant i knew she was

not the preferred of the pair

of the

not one-

but two figures standing there.

And alas, the steam cleared

and all who was left was me

staring into that forlorn mirror

and who i could possibly be

i lifted my chin

and straightened my shirt

and thought that i could bear

to be just myself

not the one-

but two figures that were standing there.

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Author's Note

Dang, that's almost 3 poems in a week. I'm on a roll. It's probably because we're doing a poetry unit in my English class and I suddenly got the inspiration. A partner and I had to analyze "Beware: Do not read this poem" by Ishmael Reed which is probably where all the poems about mirrors are coming from.