Glass Mirror

A poem about recovery and about how when things seem the most dark, know that it will get better. You have to believe.

yellow flashes of light coming from my hazel eyes

These flashes move with me as I drift my head towards the west

I look close and see that the mirror captures my picture

as it does with many lives before me

the room is filled with an aura that makes my head uneasy

it feels as if there is a force covering my awareness of whats around me

I look in the mirror and see a figure behind me 

and I ask it what its purpose is

it does not speak with its mouth, only its eyes

when it glares at me I know why its in my presence

the figure has no color yet stands out

and moves swiftly across the room to my window

when it disappears, I turn around

I see that the mirror has shattered 

its sharp pieces fill the hard floor all around my feet

I see spikes of blood appear on white skin

I look down at the shards

and as I look I see the figure in the glass, trying to get out

its sad eyes look at me for help

I reach for the hammer in the closet

-crash-

As I open my eyes and look at the shards

the figure has disappeared

and as pick up a piece of glass

and look closer at the shard

I see a girl in the reflection

she is trapped in a corner

the girl is pleading for help

she is being consumed by a darkness

I look even closer 

and notice that the girl is now standing up 

she is being pulled into the dark

I blink and i see that the girl is gone

I look away from the shard

and as I look out the window

and I notice that the rain has gone away

and now the blinding sun has made itself welcomed

I look at my hand

and see that the shard has disappeared  

all of the once broken glass is gone

the blood on my feet has faded away, leaving my skin as white as it was

I look up and see that the shards have formed back into the mirror

and as I look into this mirror

I don't see the figure, nor the little girl

I see me

Author's Note

note this is NOT a depression poem or about darkness. Quite the opposite actually.

Reviews

[SRMarx]

I really enjoyed the imagery you employed in this. Great stuff!

[GunMetal]

This is heavy with metaphor and turmoil. All the images flutter like a flipbook, bringing to life the struggle one goes through in order to reach the healing point. Good write.

[Khal Attero]

Quite a good poem, its storytelling gave me chills. Excellent work!

[Uroš D. Stojanov..]

It does give me that dark depression feeling while reading it, but I can see that it's not... really great job, love your writings and keep doing what you do best!

[Tomislav Petricevic]

This poem is like some kind of a deep journey through the theme. You have beautiful imagery here, with a darkness/light-hope contrast that perfectly fits together.
This poem is extremely inspiring!
A magnificent write.

[Chrishauna Thompson]

This poem is amazing it is very insireational.! and i am a very big fan of yours.!