Promise of a Reflection
By Elyssa Mitts
My reflection is requesting for its freedom
It doesn’t bang against the glass
It doesn’t yell at me or scream in anger
It gently asks for me to pull it out the mirror
I talk with my reflection about many things
It’s my favorite reflection to talk to
When it asks why I haven’t released it yet
I always tell it the same answer
The doctor told you to not let me free
My reflection never responds to me
But it talks and I respond
It never registers my responses
My reflection is comfortable with me
It does whatever it wants right in front of me
Doesn’t question my reaction or words
At times I think my reflection thinks me fake
It asks for freedom all the time
It wants to come on my side of the mirror
But it never takes my extended hand
It talks about its doctor that says not to come
I want them to join me
Why won’t they come here
They aren’t crazy just like I’m not crazy
Don’t listen to the doctor
My reflection should cross the mirror
My reflections have crossed over before
Why won’t my favorite reflection come over
The one is even asking to come here
I won’t bang against the glass
I won’t yell at you or scream in anger
Don’t listen to the doctor but come here
Don’t act a fool and cross over
Cross over the mirror
That side doesn’t matter
Join me on this side
Everything will be solved once you do
By Elyssa Mitts
I could read your poetry all day! This is so good!
To me this poem represents a part of yourself you keep hidden. That part of yourself could be anything about you but it someting that doctors advise you not to be. It’s a part of yourself that you still look back on, reflect upon, even though you shouldn’t . Often when people are trying to change or have to change they still long for the comfort they had as their old self.
Interesting poem. I feel like it’s expressing the idea of having to keep your true self locked away because society won’t accept the true you. Now I’m wondering if the reflection is the true you or not.
Guess you could say you’re talking to the man in the mirror.
Spooky mirrors and reflections are a favourite of mine! Love!
Awesome poem! Hope you win the competition!