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Mirror on the Wall

User Profile: azurePond
azurePond November 19th

“It’s just a mirror”, you tell me,
Nothing but glass and light.
But when I stood there,
I saw my hand move—
A second too late.

“You’re imagining things,” you say.
But I know I wasn’t.
The reflection didn’t follow,
It waited—
And now, I’m not so sure
Who’s looking at who.

“Stop staring at it,” you say.
But I can’t.
It’s not just glass—
There’s something inside,
Trapped.
I think it’s watching me.

“You’re overthinking,” you say.
But I know what I saw.
It’s not me in there anymore,
It’s something waiting to step out.
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User Profile: BastionKnight
BastionKnight November 19th

@azurePond

This poem was thrilling and really got my imagination going. It has aspects that are both mysterious and horrifying. One can read it as allegorical; looking at the disconnect between the image portrayed and the inner world and how they cannot coexist for the narrator in harmony as one attempts to justify the one whilst vainly trying to deny the other, with an unseen voice of the world at large pressurising the decision to choose one over the other. 

However, I was most excited by reading it straight as is; The narrator looking in the mirror and seeing something not quite right, something wrong and out of synch. An implied sentience watching and waiting. It is the stuff out of nightmares, and it is excellent. Furthermore, as we watch the narrator stare, the other arguing voice denying what the senses reveal becomes more ambiguous. Is it a well intentioned other speaking, or the narrator's own inner voice desperately attempting to fend off the horrid revelation? A gothic horror or a dissent into breakdown. 

Loved it.

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User Profile: azurePond
azurePond OP November 21st

@BastionKnight Thank you BastionKnight for your thoughtful comment. I always appreciate it. *Bows in respect *

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