The mirror stares at me.
I can see, it its minds eye,
a flat girl-
a 2 dimensional woman
without
any kind of substance,
any kind of flesh
beneath the bare bones
of a reflection.
I am mirror hard
and brittle as glass-
my expression
threatens
to crack as I breathe
air into my lungs,
and I seem to shimmer
as I think.
The shadows
under my eyes will
never stop deepening
if I remain here
like this, staring
at this flat image.
Eyes fill with tears,
and I long to tap
the glass,
to see if it will break.
It doesn’t look
like it would be easily moved,
it’s impression seems
entrenched-
But who knows what a mirror is
thinking,
who knows its intention
on my impression.
I struggle to imagine my veins
my brain,
my middle name.
I am more than this-
I know I am more than just this.
Mad new world 
This is really beautiful, thanks so much for sharing! I also love using the imagery of a mirror to tell a story.
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Thank you so much 🙂 Yes I liked the idea of presenting an image of you, seen by a mirror, and the implications of that. I tend to worry much too much about how other people see me and are affected by me. Can you imagine a world without mirrors?! Anyway, thanks so much for your comment, it means a lot!
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Definitely, I also think mirrors are an important point of reflection. It is really only when a child is able to first recognize themselves in a mirror that they are able to understand that they are an autonomous individual being. So maybe a world without mirrors wouldn’t be so great after all. Thank YOU for writing!
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Yes.. but then I start to wonder about people living hundreds and thousands of years ago, who likely never would have looked in a mirror! How strange and different their thinking must have been, and their way of relating to the world. It always gets me thinking.. Thanks for your support and your comments 🙂
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I have a post about Neanderthals in the pipeline… one that looks at what thinking actually is.
You will have heard the stories about the primitive tribes in the jungle, who, when shown a photo of the tribe, found one person they couldn’t recognize…
Determining the level of consciousness in a person is an extremely delicate job. Someone I know gives lectures about the spiritual world; she asks her audience “did you understand that?” I don’t need to tell you that they all say “yes, we understood you!”
The problem is subtle: did they understand her, or did they understand what they could understand of what she was saying ???
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A mirror can only reflect light; our souls reflect everything. That’s where you’ll find your middle name means something.
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