Broken Mirror

Fragments of me, disjointed

Reflected and repeated

The effect is disorienting

And for a moment I forget

Who do I think I am?

Walls up against the world

Vulnerability safely disguised

Behind a mask of self confidence

Beneath an elaborate costume

Stumble disoriented, across the stage

Infinity mirrors and madness

Reach out a hand to steady

Not expecting to find yours

Firm and strong, but tender

Who do you think you are?

Climbing these walls

And tearing away this disguise?

And for the moment I remember

It was you who gathered the fragments

And put me back together

Header image: Infinity Mirror Room – Yayoi Kusama

Pretty

You said I had an interesting face

I knew you loved me then

When pretty girls were always eager

You chose a complicated woman

Not an easy path

Trampling the brittle bones

Of my past

While I would turn back

And try to resurrect them

Never really closing doors

So that the slightest breeze

Would blow them open

Oh, how you begged me

To give you the keys

But their weight in my pocket

Was a strange comfort to me

As if the chance to keep looking

At the scorched earth outside

Would remind me of the love

I now possessed

But even after all this time

With all your reassurances

And the absolute surety of your love

I can’t help but wonder if

You would have been happier

If my face was less interesting

My Heart

Some days my feet are light
And I dance as if on air
Other days they’re heavy
As I trudge a path of despair

While in my lows, I wallow
Yet my highs can touch the stars
But whether in joy or sadness
My heart is wherever you are

A short poem ~ by Meg Sorick

Just a note; this is hyperbole, lest you all think I’m suffering from bipolar disorder.