Through The Mirror



One look in the mirror and clearly he knows,

How others see him, the flaws that he shows,

He solemnly swears that in good time,

He will change, he will grow; to the top he will climb.


Reflection Man plans, plots and schemes,

Living his life far beyond his means,

Appearance is everything; of this he is sure,

For all of his issues this must be the cure.


Now as he rises in false social worth,

This illusion he believes, in his own self-rebirth,

Sitting alone though he can sometimes feel,

The stranger inside and the truth he conceals.


Reflection man walks with a purpose and pride,

Holding truth captive, pushing it way down inside,

The battle now lost for the man he once knew,

Screaming trapped in a mirror that he cannot see through.




3 comments on “Through The Mirror

  1. Iris Orpi says:

    Wow. The torture and struggle shone through the whole poem, even when the focus was on the calm, false surface. There was a kind of tension that permeated the piece (I guess like a mirror, to use your metaphor) and I admire how you ended it in an irresolution, imprinting it more succinctly on the reader. Fine work.


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