Mirror

image: Redd Walitzki

Mirror

Mirror?

Can you see me?

 

This girl full of dreams.

This wayward daughter

With stars in her heart.

 

Let me show you

That I am more than you could ever imagine.

Perfection encased in an imperfect body.

 

A stoner

A dreamer

A liar

A thief

 

I've been these and more

Do you see me, Mirror?

Truly see me?

 

I am more than you will ever be able to know.

More than my visions and stories and art.

More than my passion, my sex.

 

Mirror, can you hear me when I scream?

Scream at the woman reflected in you.

You would hear me question myself.

Doubt my actions.

Conquer my fears.

 

Do you hear?

Do you know?

If you could really see me.

If you could really hear me.

You'd understand.

 

But, Mirror, I know you can't.

So I am still alone.

In a fantasy formed by a most creative mind

Where all that I am and all I'll ever be

Is a personal secret.

A treasure.

Locked tight.

 

Mirror?

Can you see me?

Reviews

[Vivie]

It is difficult to determine whether a mirror is a friend or foe, or just something that is just there. A mirror tends to reflect only physical appearance and subtle emotions as if that looking glass was actually a person taking a glance at you for the first time. They don't know who you are but what reflects in vision, or in this case a mirror, makes them fabricate a separate mindset for what you might be and have been through. There's a lot of elements in this poem that I can just keep babbling on about, but I love it! Spectacular!

[R. L. Hill]

I'm so very glad that you enjoyed it! You understood the context of my poem perfectly which makes me smile. Thank you for enjoying it ^_^

[Baby Ricochet]

Man that is one crazy a*s mirror. Good emotional poem.

[Matt Sayer]

The mirror sees all our masks, but also sees the face beneath. It reflects our joy, our wounds, our sorrow, but only on a surface level. It cannot see the cause, the chaos of emotions beneath our skin cocoons. The mirror sees all, but knows nothing. Excellent poem! :)

[R. L. Hill]

Exactly! Well put. Thank you!

[therisa]

Reading this poem, which strikes deep, into my heart, of the struggle, to have others see, the true person, who stands before them. And not the preconceived image, they judge us, by. A struggle that too many people have to face, on a daily basis.

Yes, Quirklet, I see you, for the beautiful and talented woman, who expresses herself, so gracefully.

[R. L. Hill]

Thank you so much, therisa! I'm glad that you connected with this poem and were, only a certain level, able to connect with me.

[therisa]

Sadly, we all have our bias, which taints, how we view each other. Thank you, for posting this poem.

[Pryde Foltz]

Mirror?
Can you see me?

It does see the shell but the eyes mirror the soul. Beautiful piece, Quirklet.

[R. L. Hill]

Thank you!

[MsJewel]

Your creativity and talent shines in this poem my friend. Brilliant!

:) Julie

['poetry by bonnie']

That is so good! I love the whole concept. I need to be more imaginative and think outside the box.....

[R. L. Hill]

The only box you need to think in is your own. Those who love your work will simply make room for themselves in your box.

[Roxess]

I love this poem because I think in a way it explains how people think they see you for who you are but they may not really ever know what you go through and why you do things. It also seems as though it means how people can even be confused about who they are at times.

[R. L. Hill]

Exactly. Being a mere a reflection of yourself is difficult to express.

[Ashes&Wine]

This is so, so, so powerful. I could really feel the agony...

"This wayward daughter
with stars in her heart."
--> these lines are my favorite/impeccable. So artfully done.

[R. L. Hill]

Thank you! I've read through your work and I truly feel complimented that you would consider my piece powerful.

[Lourisa]

Q, this is an amazing poem. Is it even possible to be truly understood, seen for who we truly are? Even by ourselves? I wonder. Beautiful form, expression and imagery. Thanks!

[R. L. Hill]

Thanks! I think that the challenge of discovering ourselves is more fun than full understanding. So the goal of complete knowledge is never in our grasp and yet we love that about ourselves and even other people. The journey is enticing and the secrets are surmounting, compacted, never fully explored. We, therefore, are endless mysteries floating about with treasures unattainable. What a beautiful existence, don't you think?

[Lourisa]

Absolutely. Little mysteries, to keep us guessing and interested. Our understanding will always be limited, but like you said, we love it that way.

[Clairvoyant]

I love this. To me it captures our struggle against our desires to be truly understood in a world where it is nearly impossible.

[R. L. Hill]

Yes! There are so many facets that make individuals...and rarely are all of them ever discovered and explored by another person. In a sense, who we truly our compared to our reflections for others will always be a privately kept secret.

[Clairvoyant]

Exactly! I feel as though there are not enough people that take this into consideration! I am looking forward to reading more of your work.