The Mirror

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How did it happen?

You stand on the ledge

Staring, into yourself

Suspended between truth and breath

And oxygen fills your lungs

Here I am.

Rooted in my reflection

One of a kind

Trapped in time and space

A slave to decay

Held by the glass

Struggling to feel


With the image

Drawn to the spirit

Hidden treasure within

Divinely entwined

Golden and eternal

The more I see

Time evaporates

Into dust

And I wonder who I am?


Written for Poetry Jam

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13 Responses to The Mirror

  1. vandana says:

    What a gripping description, seems as if one is trapped. Lovely.

  2. brian miller says:

    we all have to find ourselves….and what we define ourselves by as well…
    who am I and who I AM play a large role in who we are….smiles.

  3. Mary says:

    Connecting with ourselves in the mirror is so important…realizing we are one of a kind and treasuring that image, unique because it is us….even though sometimes we look into that reflection and wonder just who we are. Thoughtful poem, Alan.

  4. Gabriella says:

    Trying to fathom who we are is something we seem to do at various points in time and certainly standing in front of a mirror triggers such questioning. Very well-expressed Alan.

  5. Great piece. I love the feel of suspended between time and breath.

  6. peggygoetz says:

    I like this one Alan. Love being reminded to be drawn to the spirit rather than the image!

  7. The scariest reflection in the mirror for me happens at night on a pee-run, with moonlight in the glass, when my eyes seem demon-red, and the image distorted. Nice piece, Alan, and a terrific prompt for this week.

  8. Helen Dehner says:

    This a challenge that begged NOT reading other’s poetry before posting my own … looking into the mirror is not easy. Your poetry resonates …

  9. Kathe W. says:

    It takes a lifetime to know oneself…well done!

  10. Sometimes we see different people in the mirror, when looking with different state of mind…Cool prompt.

  11. Sumana Roy says:

    This is great…..that element of wonder gripped my mind ……. who I am….

  12. Victoria Hendricks says:

    I love this Alan. It catches many things I’ve felt about mirrors, especially as I age. Your lines “Drawn to the spirit

    Hidden treasure within

    Divinely entwined

    Golden and eternal

    The more I see

    Time evaporates

    Into dust” speak strongly to me as I believe spoirit does outlast time in some way or another. Partidulars don;t matter much to me but the basic concept does.


  13. A beautiful poem! I often wonder myself, how did this happen? I see my Mom reflected back at me more and more!

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