Mirrors Freewrite

Mirrors Freewrite

A Poem by Rhonda

This was a freewrite that I had to do for a class. It was my first freewrite in a long time. I didn't edit my thoughts at all. I wrote it out in the middle of nowhere. way up the mountains.


I'm in this place of nature where expectations expect to be unexpected. I feel the clouds move, the rain fall, the cars drive by. I see mirrors in every place. The clouds rumble. The wind blows. Up I look into this mirror. I see what I was, who I’ve become, where I could be. In this mirror I see who I could be. I feel the breeze. I hear it like thunderous cars gashing past me. I long to see this mirror become reality. Will it rain? Will he accept me? Will anyone listen to these deep thoughts-- my soul? Can I be this person I see in the mirror? There are so many possibilities. Who will love me? Is this even love at all? Will I wear what I want to wear and feel no shame? How will the world see me? How does it see me now? How do I see myself? Do I know who I am, or am I so blinded by what I could be that I forget who I am today…There are no lines on this paper. No places to keep me in line. No expectations of what my thoughts should be. How big or how little my letters should be. The wind blows my pages, as if telling me to continue to write, pushing me along. No wind! I cannot leave these pages blank. I cannot skip to the next point in my life without feeling this now. The cars drive by again, and the wind softly blows. The clouds tremble, will it rain?

© 2009 Rhonda

Author's Note

Because this was a freewrite thing, I'm only editing spelling. (Not flow or anything) But, I would still love and appreciate all comments!

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