Image by Peter H from Pixabay

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