Six mirrors hang
Upon blue crystal walls,
Reflecting the girl
At the heart of the chamber.
She looks at them all.
Each reflection’s unique.
Like six different people
From whom her eyes speak.
Some smile and invite
Some tremble in fright
One has a sharp dagger
She keeps out of sight.
Am I but a coward
Kept hidden away?
Too scared to set foot
In the light of day?
Or am I a master,
The one who will say
That time is on our side
In every way.
Which one do they see?
Which one’s the real me?
She ponders these questions
To set herself free.
Then in comes a stranger
A one faced man
Another reflection
To misunderstand.
A Life in Poems 