Every day you see me
Every day I see you
You show me my flaws, but too so much more
There are days, when you looking back are a stranger
How do you know me and will we ever meet?
Is your impression to trick me, or is it to treat
Under your view, I change over and over
Making me stronger
Making me older
Our self-reflections are as black as white,
new as old, when will we mould?
Separating you from you, me from me
Feeling so trapped, when will the release be…
How can we escape this twisted duality
Which of us will win, the one with the sin…
Maybe I should not fight me, any longer
and then, maybe, we could be open and free
But who is the truth? Who is the mask?
An element of many, at times makes me cry
Everyday of my life they, we, clash
Two shifting souls so strangely mashed
If people ask me who I am, how do I know,
Can you, mirror, please please tell me?
But please please, don’t break me
© Lucy Helen Guest, Written in July 2010
Looking in the mirror today, and it on this occasion reminded me of the thoughts that can fly through my mind, when catching my image reflected – something that at times leaves things feeling unexpected.