This is a poem I wrote the other day for my creative writing class. Enjoy.
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False Perfection
Stand in front of the mirror
Not too close
Reach out with your right hand and touch the glass
It’s cool and smooth
Close your eyes
You can see without them
Envision the mirror changing shape
Any shape
Keep your eyes closed and reach
Reach for the warmth you can almost feel on your skin
Reach for the perfection on the other side
Reach until you step through the rippling frame of the mirror
You have entered the mirror
You are in the mirror
An alternative reality
At your feet are glass cobblestones
They form a path to lead you through the mirror
Follow them
Don’t step on any cracks
You will slip through them
Don’t leave the path
You won’t like what you find
Look to your left
The birds are loud and their sounds lull you into a tentative calm
Look to the right
The grass is as green as the crayons you used as a child
Your eyes close as you feel and listen to this magical world
But don’t be fooled
That’s the mirrors goal
You start to forget what you’re doing there
You forget you’re hiding
Hiding from the world you came from
A getaway
An escape
You keep your eyes closed and start to walk
You walk to the end of the pathway
The cobblestones end
A slate path takes its place
You don’t notice
You’re wrapped up in the shallow perfection
With your eyes closed you don’t see the path turning
You step off the path
Your eyes spring open as the world starts to tilt
You are falling
Falling down in the dark
A dark that is only seen by the select few who live in the shadows
Wind rushes past as you fall
You close your eyes once more and wish for the warmth of the mirror
With your eyes closed you don’t see the ground rush up to meet you
You land in a tangle of limbs
You open your eyes to see the grass once more
You see the trees with the birds
But the birds aren’t singing
They are staring
At what
You can’t figure out
You are pondering
Thinking about the silence and the cold you feel here
Here where you once felt warmth and calm you now feel the touch of terror and fear
You look up to the sky
Something hits your face
A splatter
You touch your face and bring your hand back
It came back blue
The sky is melting
You look around and see the mirror world melt away
Leaving a grey existence
The birds screech
Gone are there calming melodies
The grass has turned sharp
You get up and run
Run down the glass pathway
Leaving shattered footprints behind
Past the leave-less trees
You run
The pathway ends at a mirror
The mirror to the world you tried to escape
The world you hid from
A world you want to go back to
A world you can no longer enter
You stepped off the path
And now you can’t go back.
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Thanks for reading. It means a lot to me that people read what I write. So, Thanks.
~Lin~
