The Girl in the Mirror

As I look in the mirror I see
a copy of myself
staring back at me with a perplexed face.
Suddenly, the world tilts
I slide, grasping the mirror,
my lifeline in an unstable world, my reflection.
She looks as bewildered as I do.
This must be a dream.
The girl in the mirror agrees.

I see curlicues spiraling in the air,
blue butterflies brush my reflection's face
identical to the ones which I now feel.
If I don't hold on I could be sucked into a void,
an alien place far beyond the scope of my understanding.
I cling to the mirror like my life depends upon it.

Suddenly, the girl in the mirror is no longer my twin.
Her mouth moves in speech
while mine hangs open in stunned astonishment.
"Let go."

Can I trust this shadow of myself,
this girl who stands where I can look upon her face,
but never hold her hand in sisterly affection?
Who is she?

The answer comes in a flash,
like a bolt of lightning
blocking out the wild background
I open my mouth to speak,
the girl in the mirror does the same.

"You are me."

The girl smiles with a satisfied grin,
her twin has figured out the mystery.
She lingers on the face of the mirror for seconds,
then disappears and leaves me holding a piece of empty glass.
I no longer feel alone.

I let myself
f
  a
     l
        l
into the unknown.