The Mirror That Refused to Reflect
What is this power it holds over us all?

The Mirror That Refused to Reflect
The mirror hung,
cold on the wall.
It did not answer,
it only waited.
I stepped closer,
heart beating fast.
My face did not move,
my eyes did not shine.
Shadows flickered behind me,
the glass stayed empty.
Every memory leaned in,
breathing heavy and silent.
I called my name,
soft, trembling, afraid.
The mirror stayed still,
mocking me with emptiness.
Hands pressed to glass,
cold as old stone.
I searched for truth,
but it hid itself well.
Whispers rose from corners,
voices I had forgotten.
The mirror drank them,
leaving only hunger behind.
I saw fear in the air,
felt longing in the walls.
The mirror knew more,
than any face could tell.
I turned away,
its silence chasing me.
The reflection I sought,
had vanished into the dark.

About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️


Comments (2)
This is in the same vein as this one of Mila Milic’s: https://shopping-feedback.today/poets/when-mirrors-blink%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/a%3E Fantastic work!
This is another way of saying a mirror is way of looking into one's soul one way or another. Good job.