The girl in the mirror

I see a little girl,

staring back through the shiny mirror.

She likes to seek but now

she’s hidden away in her own fantasy.

I see a girl, who loves to laugh

and tell a story she builds in her dreams

now she stares back with her shadowy gaze

to combat her nightmares off the cliff.

I see a little girl, holding out her hand

against the mirror wall,

her lips trace the prayer of help

as her legs retreat back to the well.

In the past, she came as,

the future she wishes for

and a deep hole of memories

shrieking for attention.

I see a girl and she sees me back,

we stand a meter apart,

half one away from the mirror glass.

We don’t recognize each other,

a day far, a month or a year,

we are two different women

waiting for the other one to search for a way

past the shiny old glass.

One is past one is future,

the rest is blurred to the mourning daze.

I wish to seek her, she attempts the same,

yet we both stand a hand apart

and stare and stare and stare.