Reflections… #Poetry

Image by Hands off my tags! Michael Gaida from Pixabay 

Am I that man, looking back from the mirror?
The one that follows me in every shop window.
The one in the puddle looking up at me.
I step into puddle, breaking the image.
I didn’t feel it. Will it change anything?
Walking along the pavement
passing a row of cars
He is there, in every window, watching me.
Something is wrong, for a second the image shimmers
as if trying to get away, to break free.
I wonder, am I the reflection of the man in the mirror?


©AnitaDawes2023


Anita feels better today and just wrote todays poem. I love reflections!

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