Mothers and daughters
Mirrors of same color different design
Once a retched reflection of my mother
Now i cant break that glass that holds me
Mothers and daughters
She sees in me what she once couldve been
And within herself what i might become
Avoiding that mirror as if it cut her without shattering
If i cover the mirror would it still exist
If i can no longer see it, will she still exist
Mother and daughter both irreplaceable yet also so naturally disposable
Mothers and me
No longer a daughter but still a child
Will she still see in me what she can be
Will i still see in her what i cant be
The mirror once hanging on the wall
Now put in the closet away from leering eyes
Will it still reflect her as i gaze into it
Will it show who i am or who she remembers me as being
How would the portrait of mother and daughter shift
If it even shifts at all
Am i my mothers daughter or am i a fraud
How can my reflection lie
Would it even show
She doesn't recognize the person in the mirror
Im her daughter, cant she still tell
Not a daughter but just a child now
Is the retched comparison over
Or will my identity sprout a new unsavory reflection that is inescapable
My mother can never be me now and i never her
This is a good thing
No longer am i tethered by expectations
Or grounded by a reality i can never meet
But at what cost
She no longer looks in the mirror
Too haunted over who she sees
For the reflection of her daughter still present in the mirror
And yet the absence of her daughter fresh and obvious
The mirrors stay covered
Not to mourn the dead
But to mourn the daughter she lost in her own reflection
To gain a child and lose a daughter
Her eyes cant see me yet
She can only look toward the mirror she has now covered
She'll never see me through it again
I am no longer a reflection of what my mother couldve been
And she no longer what i will be
Now we're strangers no longer connected by a reflection
I can finally walk free into the night
Mothers and daughters
A feud of love and resentment
Now mother and child
A love that can never be replicated
A special love only for us
No more mirrors, only us
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identity crisis
Poetrythis is a vent poem about my identity as nonbinary and how difficult thats been on my family and I. im a lucky person to have a family that loves and supports me but there are times i can feel the tension my gender identity creates on my familial r...
