The Mirror Journey
The worst thing to lose and the hardest thing to find is yourself
The mirror didn't show him who he was
It only reflected his appearance
He saw a face staring back at him
It was someone he didn't recognise
"Who the hell are you?!" He shouted furiously
In reply, he saw the same rage reflected
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The mirror didn't seem to know who he was
He was lost and devastated
Did that mean everyone lied to him when he was a child?
Because someone would always point to the mirror and say "Look, that's you!"
But he didn't know who he was anymore
~~~~~
The mirror seemed to not have the answer
It didn't understand the complexity of life
The roller coaster of emotions
The PTSD that came with trauma
The responsibilities that caused stress
And life itself which caused depression and anxiety
~~~~~
The mirror never helped him till the end
So he sought other mirrors to find out who he was
He asked every mirror he came across on his journey
At long last, he found out who he was
This particular mirror had all the answers
It was the mirror in his room at the mental asylum
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Dharrsheena Raja Segarran
My mental health decline brought along a lot of Darkness and I embraced it. This Darkness flows out in the form of Horror Stories and Dark Poetry 🖤
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I was not ready for the twist at the end, although I should be expecting it at this point because twists seem to be your specialty! You just do them so seamlessly and I admire that about your writing style! 💜💜
Very good piece. Did not use the exact challenge prompt - on purpose?
Great piece. Well done.
Wow, you always have a surprised ending 😮
It takes a process to find out who we truly are, a very long and sometimes suffering process ... Your words let us know we are not alone in this journey. Thx for sharing.
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I'm sad to tell this, but sometimes mirrors don't help. Thanks for sharing this poem.
Wow!!!
I loved this! I appreciated the flow and form. Well done :)
Simply packed with emotion! Great writing!
Very Unique poetry and deep . Sad
I hadn't seen this. Hard hitting and excellently written
I suffer PTSD, and this is exactly how the mirror makes me feel sometimes.
Loved it! Subscribing :)
Loved it!
Great insights and hard hitting.
Love it.
Gripping.
Wow. That had layers to it.
Fantastic!
Fantastic, intense, wonderfully written.