Mirror, mirror

This was the first poem I wrote a little over a year ago at 45. I felt it and it is reflective of what many people may feel.

Mirror, mirror, outside in
    I stand before you  and I gaze within.
The image staring back, quite sure it’s me,
    And it’s only there when I’m here to see.
For when I walk away, the me that’s now here,
    Is the one others see,  not the one in the mirror.
The one others know the one they want me to be.
    The one some expect! Quite sure it’s not me.
So I go to the mirror and inside I cry out.
    “what  magic is there to turn you inside out?”
I wonder what if this image inside
      Were free out here no longer to hide.
This image inside the one only I see,
      Inside I know is the one truly free.
It bears dreams that to me are forsaken.
     Some that just faded, and others that were taken
Though far from this image I can still touch it’s face
     With a longing desire that it take my place.
With it now outside, while this me fades within,
      That it seizes my life, that my dreams live again.
Yes!, I am able, in my mind with a whispered shout,
     To free this image  when I say..

"turn mirror, mirror,...inside out!"
 

Reviews

[LisetteCanWrite!]

This is great writing with flow and creativity bursting out of it.. it is all perfect. I like the way each stanza flows and for someone finding writing later in life.. you certainly have a gift.. If I could tell you how many times I have looked into the mirror to try to see what others see.. my image certainly is always different then what they truly think! thank you for sharing!!! =)

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Amazing write here
Mirrors can tell lies
Mirrors can tell the truth too
I these days try not to see my reflection too often lol
Well done 👍

[Wildfleour]

I have thought about the fact that we never see our selves, ever, the way another will. We only see a reflection.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Some very deep philosophical self reflection here... funny when we look in the mirror we can see someone different then hat others see, maybe cause we see ourselves how h=we hope others see us. Some very creative deep thinking.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was a wonderful read. It reminded me of a poem entitled The Double Life by Don Blanding. It's not the same premise but I encourage you to look up the Blanding poem on the net and read it. You will not be sorry. And I think you will see my meaning in the comparison. This is truly a gem of a poem, very much enjoyed.

[Tracie Skarbo]

Awesome! I think writing is a way to turn us all inside out and express who we are within to the others outside our realm. I know that with the words above I am getting to see a glimpse of the truth inside. Great job!

[shandi]

Lynne was right when she said that this piece makes you stop and think... Im still thinking! Great work!

[cest la vie]

Ah, yes I see..
The reflection staring back at us is not a "true" reflection of us. Although we tend to think it is. i love the way you worded this "morror, mirror, inside out". Yes, that is the true reflection. this is a wonderful write and makes one take pause and think.. Thank you for sharing this with us.
Lynne

[Lady leah]

Very nicely penned, great write.