the mirror |

there was a mirror, once
that wanted to stare at itself
it was full of terror,
no ounce of calm pervaded its mental health
it couldn’t eat nor sleep for it wanted to see its face
it couldn’t reap nor sow
it was haunted by a formless shape

the sink asked the mirror
if he could do anything to help
but the sink wasn’t deep enough
for the mirror to peer in and delve
down into the depths of its soul
so the mirror flung itself away from the wall to which it clung
and shattered into a terrible display

when the mirror was “whole” and “right”
the night let it have no ease
but laying strewn about and broken
the mirror saw its face in every piece
did the mirror get what it wanted
by trading familiarity for a chance?
when it tumbled through air
and clattered on ground
did the mirror fall
or did it dance?

© Rylan Skelly, June 2018


About the Author: I have a B.A. in Honours Religious Studies from the University of Waterloo and I love all major world religions – Eastern, Western, or in between. I’m genderqueer, and I’m comfortable with male, neutral, and female pronouns. I’m married to my dear wife Lynn, who is the love of my life, my best friend, and my muse. I think far too much, and often have too many ideas to know what to do with. And I am a doing being, just like you!

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