Step Through The Mirror

By The Talisman

Tue, 13 Nov 2012
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Step through the mirror, what will we see?

Step through the mirror, just you and me

My left is right, my right is left

Split down the middle, by the mirror's cleft

Now I am in, but I want out

No-one seems to hear me shout

The crack is closing more and more

The crack that was my only door

Now it has sealed, I'm here forever

I have to pull myself together

But, everything's all back to front

Why did I have to pull that stunt?

Stepping through the mirror, to see what I could see

Has cost me all eternity...

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Submitted by The Talisman on
Some of the earliest memories that I have from my childhood, are, sitting on the end of my parents bed, looking into a huge mirror that was set into the units. Always looking at the doorway in the reflection behind me, wondering what the world inside the mirror would be like. Always, with the sense of foreboding. It has always been said, that, I've never been quite right in the head.

Submitted by moonphish on
very cool poem....i was always fascinated by mirrors too....an alternate reality indeed....the face you see is always reversed from what others see when they look at you....kind of hard to read in there too :) - alvin

Submitted by Highhat on
Fascinating TT. There is much can be said about mirrors and reflections. ;)Pia

Submitted by The Talisman on
I still spend a lot of time staring in the mirror. It's like cheap psychiatry. Glad you liked it, moonphish and highhat.