"Reflection" by Elizabeth Grimes
A million eyes, all looking at me.
I’m terrified of what they might see.
It matters not how I hide, or where.
I can’t escape their watchful stare.
I try to move, but feel paralyzed.
And I’m pulled apart as I’m scrutinized.
Soon it changes, after a breath.
Now there’s only one spectator left.
I reach my hand to touch the cruel eyes
And suddenly realize I’d been seeing lies.
It was water I felt. People, none!
The ripples made thousands out of one.
Another truth! I see it clearer.
A crowd created by a broken mirror.
It’s only me, and was all along.
I’m the only one who needs to like my song.
Comments
Becca, Thanks for your kind words about the poem. In the end, it's what you think about yourself that matters. I've certainly found that to be true.
Lori, Thank you! :)
Esther, you're too kind! I'm still waiting to read a poem on your blog! :) Think yours will be a humorous one for sure though!