"Mirror"
by alecia15
Mirror
Mirror on the wall,
why am I the one who
has to take it all?
I saw a woman once
who was worse off than me.
She had three kids,
that she couldn’t even feed.
But as I look at you mirror,
I can only think about me.
I saw an old man once, pushing his frail wife.
Pink ribbon in his hand.
Tears flowing down his face,
the chemo made it
to where,
She couldn’t even stand.
So mirror won’t you please tell me.
After seeing all of that,
I still let myself
feed on my self pity?
Sure it is true.
My life has been hard.
Enduring the the branding iron
as it burned “LIVE IN HELL!”
across my heart.
Mirror it burns!!!
Please make it stop!!!
Please I am begging you.
When I look into you,
I see tear drop after tear drop!
No no!
that’s not right!
In you I see absolute terror,
holding me tight.
YES! YES! I KNOW!
That the pain only hurts inside my head.
So why is it that I can smell the burning of my flesh!
They say the eyes are the windows of the soul.
So mirror,
I know you can see,
the over all goal.
I look in at you at my neck,
and I see the noose tightening.
Your goal is evil mirror!!
THIS IS FRIGHTENING!!!
I thought life had already taken every thing I had.
So quit it mirror, I’m choking!
I don’t want the pain to be my life’s comrade.
It’s as if it were chain smoking.
Cigarette after cigarette.
The substitute for tobacco?
I’m sure glad you asked!
The cigarettes are packed with pain,
all from my past.
I can’t bare to look at myself any longer.
So i will close my eyes.
I no longer have the will,
to be any stronger.
I accept the noose choking my neck.
I accept the black bag,
going over my head.
Deep breath,
as the floor begins to drop.
WHAT?!?!
This voice is familiar,
it yells “mommy please stop!”
Huh?!?
Slowly the noose loosens.
But the bag still remains.
In the darkness I hear that woman,
Whispering my name.
She has three kids,
who all wear hand me down clothes.
However, she’s helping me?
Someone of whom she doesn’t even know?
Someone then rips off the bag.
In my head there is that old man,
this time his face looked more determined
than sad.
“I’m off to put flowers upon my wife’s grave.”
But before I go,
just let me say,
Stop looking at your reflection!
The mirror is no good.
There is no exception!
In this life we can not change our fate.
Therefore, learn to love yourself
before it’s too late!”
He then began to fade and as he did
He then disappeared.
Right then and there,
that woman re-appeared.
“Baby girl your daughter wouldn’t want to see you like this.
I know you miss her dearly, believe me I can see your pain.
But that old man was right.
We can’t change our fate.”
Slowly I’ll learn to change the darkness into light.
Ha! It really DOES only matter,
what is on the inside.
Poetry
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This poem was so powerful, all the way through. Although I really liked the beginning. Even though there are people much worse off than us– people who have kids and undergo chemo– we still feel bad for ourselves. But that’s okay. There’s always going to be people worse off than us, but there’s also always going to be people better off than us.
Truly inspiring poem, thanks for sharing.