A/N: I typed up a whole explanation and what not, but I decided to let you come to your own conclusions first and then if you want I'll tell you my meaning. I say my meaning, because thats all it is. The journey that writing the poem took me to. But each one of you have your own meaning, your own journeys, so by all means share them!
This particular poem has been a long and tedious ongoing project for me that started in the middle of the night, got lost a few times, passed back and forth between my friend for critiquing, and finally ended up here. I don't think it will ever be done though, considering each time I read something I wrote I fix something or change a line.
P.s., I'm doing this cool art contest (well, kinda a contest) on my website jadspad.weebly.com, try it??? No one has yet and I'm a little sad...
Enjoy!
The Mirror
Hello.
What's your name?
Come in, come in.
No need to drench your bones,
You'll catch a cold dear.
Oh my, are your eyes enthralling,
So tangible and distant.
Two separate miniscule vestibules
to two separate hollow universes.
Hello.
What's your name?
Come in, come in.
Let me take your coat and fix some tea.
Yes, some hot tea will warm you nicely, dear.
My breath turns solid from the boreal chill
Emenating from your cremating heart.
Inside you, all is ice, all is fire,
both competing for dominance; the crown.
Hello.
What's your name?
Come in, come in.
There's nothing to be afraid of.
You see, we are very kind people, dear.
Poor child, you bury your infinite fears.
So loudly hidden within your conscious mind.
Ghosts of a child's night terrors.
Raucously shattering the invisible glass dividing life and fantasy.
Hello.
What's your name?
Come in, come in.
There is freedom to speak as you wish here.
So you can remove those dreadful stitches, dear.
Your beautiful lips are marred by thread.
Sewing and looping tight your voice.
I wonder how long it has been since you sang,
Since you drained away your pain in articulation.
Hello.
What's your name?
Come in, come in.
The hour is not safe to be out alone.
Especially for a young girl like you, dear.
Hold on--What vastly uncanny apparation is this?
When I look behind your face, I see my own.
But a part of you is still missing,
Lost in the piecing back together of your body.
Hello.
What's your name?
Come in, come in.
What's your name?
What's your name?
What is your name?
Why won't you come in?
WHY WON'T YOU COME IN?
What's your name?
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