…in the mirror

Drifting in the mirror
listless in silhouette
against an endless backdrop
of scattered stars
sharp and shining
that closely resemble
the scars that I bear
that I wear unseen
yet also unfading
that no mirror can ever reveal

I am carried away
on waves of night
and waves of light
rolling over and over
keeping time
with each crashing wave
there is pain, so much pain
again and again and again

time has now decreed
the moment of my demise
it gently cradles me
silent and still as a grave
I hear the mirror calling my name
softly, like a lullaby
I am holding on
to one slim thread of hope
to that thin line
between sea and sky

drifting in the mirror
floating weightless
where a choice still remains
the choice to sink
the choice to rise
where on the surface
in silhouette, I paint the sky
and beneath, in the dark depths
invisible I will lie
the choice that is mine alone
no mirror will ever reveal
© Ann Bagnall