The Hunt for My Reflection
In Search for the Soul
Hunts for the truth lead inward.
To find oneself--and name that reflection.
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The glass shunned me this day
Only shadows where I stood.
A blank space where a face should be
The silvered frame turned away
With the morning light bent wrong.
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I search the rooms' webbed corners,
Filtered dust-caked window panes
Gazed in other eyes,
cased the dim halls.
Every pane--
floorboard--
Hidden nook,
A promise empty, broken.
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Perhaps it feared sinful tales untold
Or what I had become--
But then a glint on my mind-
I was the face that hid itself
Because it turned with the truth.
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I touched me, in the glass.
I looked at me with other eyes.
I touched my glass fingers
Knowing myself, but not.
My glass form was still--too still.
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Some truths end untold--
The prey was never lost.
Just waiting--for a name.
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Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are
coincidental.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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