Manifestation II
Mirror, mirror,
off the wall,
spying me
through rise,
through fall.
Once again, I find we meet.
Your mirage of truth unveiled;
casting a reflection unknow.
I speak to you,
but me I cannot see.
How can a face you’ve always known
suddenly seem a stranger standing?
Those tired eyes are not mine.
I am awake.
That weak smile is not mine.
I am lively.
This is not me.
It cannot be me.
I was taught to be strong
and taught not to cry.
Yet a single tear falls
as I wonder why.
Why has this curse fallen upon me?
In frustration,
salt of my body wiped away.
I will stare you down,
in your labyrinth of lies,
until the day my face is found.
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