Mirror
There I am
There you are.
We don’t like this, do we?
It’s not that I can’t stand the sight
In the right light, with the right filter.
I’m looking…
good
It’s just I can’t hold this gaze
The eyes
The eyes
It’s always the eyes.
When I get lost in the eyes
I find the decay
Feel the dismay
An absence of play
A fake
A charade
A fucking Cliche.
I gaze deep into this mirror
My fist for a hammer.
I wonder,
would it break?
If I stare long enough
Would it go away?
Well of course
I can walk
To a reflectionless place.
I shut my eyes and realise
Such a place does not
exist.
Because even in my mind’s eye
my eyes are there.
They’re in the trees
Up in the air.
Never flinching
A cold stare.
No more than I can bear,
anymore
I stop.
I stare into the mirror
Really stare.
Put down my fist
Release the air
Draw in again
I hold it there
And step forward.
I face it
replace it
embrace it
a new version of me.
A new version of you
And from the other side
I can’t resist
one more glimpse
I turn.
You’re still there
Not so different.
Yet,
unrecognisable.
I exhale
For a while
I smile
before I turn.
I feel it coming
A new reflection.
Darker this time
We begin again.
There I am
There you are…
