Into The Mirror

i am the project.

These faces aren’t familiar. 

 These faces are not family.

  These faces have eyes.

   These faces though cannot see.

   These faces cannot hear me.

  These faces don’t know me.

 These faces are just faces.

These faces are all mine.

            Oh mirror,

when will you break away from me?

Author's Note

reflection without self-righteousness.

Reviews

[Johanna]

Love this!! really deep and poetic.. and true..great job!! piece of art right here, thankyou for sharing!

So many beautiful faces.... through the mirror seen.... intriguing write my dear friend...
It's mysterious yet, well known, by the writer... thank you for sharing your art here.

- Elisa

[Lydia Shutter]

The repetition of "these faces" makes this very intense. What does one see in the mirror? Is it the true reflection of the inner being? Lots to ponder here. Good psychological write. Lydi**