And Then There Was This Mirror

I had looked into several mirrors-
those that thought me beautiful
and those that weren't pleased;
mirrors that wanted more,
mirrors that wanted less.

I had looked at mirrors
that weren't mirrors;
mirrors, I'd shattered with a look.

And then there was this mirror
that had caught me right-
a mirror I fell into
when I wasn't looking.

A mirror so much me
that I began
reflecting it.

A mirror that was water.

The mirror that turned me

into a ripple…

The mirror.

Whether I’m still ‘into it’,
I cannot tell.

But the mirror is always there.

With me.

We’re travelling together;
unraveling each other.

Mirrors. Reflections. Lost. And Found.