The Hunt for My Reflection
In Search for the Soul
Hunts for the truth lead inward.
To find oneself--and name that reflection.
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The glass shunned me this day
Only shadows where I stood.
A blank space where a face should be
The silvered frame turned away
With the morning light bent wrong.
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I search the rooms' webbed corners,
Filtered dust-caked window panes
Gazed in other eyes,
cased the dim halls.
Every pane--
floorboard--
Hidden nook,
A promise empty, broken.
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Perhaps it feared sinful tales untold
Or what I had become--
But then a glint on my mind-
I was the face that hid itself
Because it turned with the truth.
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I touched me, in the glass.
I looked at me with other eyes.
I touched my glass fingers
Knowing myself, but not.
My glass form was still--too still.
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Some truths end untold--
The prey was never lost.
Just waiting--for a name.
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Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are
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Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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As if you haven't blown us away enough. This was outstanding. The tone. The tone was different in this one. Fits the pace of thoughts, and the rhythm the rhythm was mesmerizing. Link that with the varying length of lines. Wow. 'I looked at me with other eyes' 'i touched my glass fingers' Your presence was in and out. 'A promise empty broken' I love the lead between empty and broken. Something about it's opposite effect, yet it lays beautifully together. 'The prey was never lost just waiting for a name' breathtakingly haunting. My word. Again I am blown away. Outstanding!! 🤗❤️🖤👏🏾👌🏾
Wonderful imagery, haunting
Oooo, this was so deep. Loved it!
Love the concept of this with the unreflecting mirror
I love the title and the messages in this poem!!!!