Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror

We spend so many years blending in

And several more screaming individuality

We can hold hands around the world

A group united in our humanness

But when we get home at night

And look in the mirror on the wall:

The terror of fading anonymously

If our mirrors truly spoke

Perhaps at weekly meetings in a gym

What do you suppose they would say

About what they see in our eyes

“So many of them struggle with insecurity

They want connections to their souls

But mostly, they want to be rare”

I’ve looked into the mirror for too long

And marveled that I can blink my eyes

Stared at the veins underneath my skin

Wondered if I could slip away from myself

Oh, how we long to be like everyone else

Oh, how we fight to be exactly who we are

What does it mean, really, to be rare?

The word has an odd shape in my mouth

And the meaning tingles my fingertips

I’m listening to the sound of my heartbeat

My mind holds a kaleidoscope of my life

I can see my dreams in gold dust

Gold dust sprinkled on me from a fairy’s light

If I can believe, I will fly