From the ashes
supposedly turned to fertile dirt
I rise with hope for tomorrow
Wearing my old name
On top of my new clothes
.
Fresh start?
New start?
Words drip like honey
From politicians’ mouths
Slow and sticky
A sweet taste
Hopes for new experiences
(I blunder into a mire.)
.
A dream in front of me
What I always wanted
I reach for it
With grasping fingers
A mirror of affection
.
My hands scrape the surface
I want it
I want it
It’s what I wanted
It’s what I wanted
Until it isn’t
And when I stare deep into the sweet mirror
My side shatters
.
I try desperately to pick up the pieces
Rearrange my side of the mirror
To the time when it was fresh
(and no one was on the other side)
But to no avail
I was the one who ran away.
.
On the other’s mirror edge
I see my reflection
It doesn’t look good
I deserve it
For shattering a mirror I thought I needed to break
I deserve it
The mirror shattered (seemingly out of the blue)
.
The other side’s hand
Brushes the glass panel
I am wracked with guilt
For shattering a mirror I thought I needed to break
.
A mirror is where one see’s oneself
And that reflection
Made me see myself in the other person
And myself as myself
A person who can hurt myself
Is myself
I wouldn’t want to share that
With the other mirror half
.
Fresh start broken
With steps forward and back
As ripples in a resin
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