I am walking through the mirror

The silver shine tugging at my back

The box in my hand, with its illuminated content

becomes a scream so cold it breaks my heart

In this space, someone is trapped

I cannot reach that far

Are they lost in darkness forever

before I can find out?

The mirror shine pulls me back

My face in the mirror looks out

My mouth open wide, screaming

Is it me, or did I bring something back?

©AnitaDawes2022


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4 responses to “Through the Mirror… #Poetry”

  1. Ooo! Intriguing picture. Your piece is a perfect response to it.

    1. Thanks, that was my aim, Ambrose…

    1. Many thanks, Annette… 💖

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