Mirrored

Starring out through the sparkling glass to
glimpse the world which lays beyond it. To see a
cheerful young girl, rolling down a soft
Hill. Her giggles floating on

the whispering breeze, to
the ears of a beauty waiting
for the right moment to jump off
the cold stone ledge and fly.

To fly just above the terrified
damsel who is wallowing in the mire of
self pity. Sinking deeper every
moment, never glancing up

to see the eyes peeking
out from behind a tree. Eyes filled
with fear of the expectations
of those beyond her sight.

Not seeing the way to rise out of
the mire is to move out from behind the tree;
or that the way to really soar is
to remember that giggle.

I back away slowly
from the mirror I looked into,
drawing away from all those “me’s”
at the sound of their name .