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Touching the Edge

Standing in a dark room

I touch the edge of tomorrow.

I am drawn into an unfamiliar world

Facing myself in the mirror

my image speaks to me.

I don’t understand the words

My image fades like fog

I am standing in the dark room,

afraid to move.

Slow, the light returns

I am inside the mirror.

Looking out into an empty room

I have touched the edge of tomorrow.

I am no more…

©AnitaDawes2023


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4 responses to “Touching the Edge… #Poetry”

  1. Beautiful

  2. Oh! Maybe this is what happens to us?

    1. I think it does, Susi, it all seems so familiar somehow…

      1. Yeah, I think you are right!

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