The Mirror and the Shadow
The mind turned to the right and whispered to the light: How can you stand and watch this fight? There is a might in being right; it’s how I shine bright- when you choose to shut your eyes tight. That’s when the heart keeled with fright listening to all The mirror on the wall had said to the shadow standing tall. Do you think you can compete with me? I am all that is alive and real. I don’t follow those who go, unlike you- monkey see monkey do; I am all that’s to be seen. That’s all you’ll ever be- a reflection posing for a scene! You are motion void of emotion- thriving on the dark for commotion. You are just a show, always on the go- skin deep, is your peak! You are but a fleeting moment of vanity. I am their everlasting memory. I enlighten those who stand before me and embolden those who listen to me. You are a glass void of essence- easily tarnished and shattered. Without light, you are out of sight smothered in the dark, what a plight! You blind those with eyes standing in the light- looking into you listening to the lies you incite. You bring down your own with what you’ve done leaving them to face consequences all alone. Without me there is no you as you face me I give you a face that you can never face. You may look like me but that’s not all of me. I am more than all you’ll ever be. The mind reclined lurking way behind- as light turned its head and said: Have you seen anyone dead Walk ahead or heed what’s been said? Have you owned all that’s been done or were you just all that’s been donned? The mirror looked at the shadow- waiting to copy its fellow. In unison both said: Light is right but what might- be right is a matter of sight. Glass needs light to reflect an effect just as shadow depends on light to affect what one must see to set themselves apart from what others choose to look at. Author’s Notes: Mirrors reflect everything about us that’s desirable and acceptable aesthetically because that’s what others first look at. Meanwhile, our actions cast shadows of us on others before they cast us as shadows in others’ lives or dust blown across life’s paths. In this poem, perspective is a light that feeds vanity’s reflection and action’s shadow as consequences that shape one’s life. The mind is at crossroads with two perspectives one that is perceived and expected and another that is done and regretted. #Perspective, #Mind, #Attitude, #Mirror, #shadow, #symbolism, #personification, #impressions, #realizations, #poetry, #writingcommunity, #readingcommunity, #poetrycommunity, #writerslift, #choice, #character Bio: Pasithea is an impressionist poet who dabbles in art and poetry. She enjoys writing about life and her experiences from different perspectives. She believes in art in poetry as in exploring art to emphasize its role in juicing creativity out of a quill. She enjoys writing poetry in symbolism laced with philosophy and psychology. Combined with varied styles and topics, her motto will always be: poetry is a passionate expression kindled by an impression unlimited by public conviction. To catch more of her work follow her on Instagram @pasitheachan or twitter @pasitheachan and on Ello @ello.co/pasitheaanimalibera where you can find more of her historical fiction and mythological or cultural short stories.
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