Many shun the mirror

hating it as if it were a living entity.

I, on the other hand, am obsessed with its possibilities.

What better sketch of her could I have?

Isn't it her face that mine is half of.

I have stared long and hard

memorizing each feature, the curve of the brow,

the very pattern of pores

spotted here and there with sun freckles

hoping to have instantaneous recognition when I meet her.

Yes, I will meet her, I know this in my soul.

But will reality reveal the lie of the mind's mirror,

that I am her and she is me?

Will I find that I am my own person and

have been all along,

only needing validation that I am myself?

When you look into a mirror, what is reflected is eternity,

relinquishment clouds that

and arrogant silence upholding the greater good slowly binds it.

I want to see, will you help me?

© copyright 1997

Credits: Grace Marie Sallemi a.k.a. Jacqueline Christine C