You wouldn’t think that I suffer loneliness…
I’m looking in a mirror
There’s a person staring back at me
She seems to be familiar, but who is she?
Crying, her eyes empty,
She raises her hand to touch mine.
A tear falls on the glass,
and we both use our sleeves
to wipe it away.
She’s looking straight into my eyes
and I into hers
I can only see the pain that fills her heart
Eating away at her, tearing her apart.
Suddenly the glass clouds up,
and the person fades.
I extend my hand
Hoping to touch her again
But I can see nothing,
I’ve lost myself in a sea
of other people’s ideals and dreams
Paying no attention, to that broken person
I know now…. That she’s me.
– Tamara Morahan “The Mirror” 1989
This one’s for me.