I can hear
the crack and splinter
of my own reflected figure,
see me standing in a mirror.
I’ve been told
that I’m not really there.
Strange how light could be a liar.
Telling me to believe something
that isn’t real,
for no reason.
Then,
I realize;
I’ve been doing the same thing
my whole life.
I am here,
in mind and body.
Spirit?
Herein lies the question.
I feel like I have been lost in
this whole life with no direction.
Listen,
I can hear the calling
coming from far in the distance.
Turn to look,
but I see mirrors,
every vista seems indifferent.
Just reflections,
of reflections,
creating infinite doorways.
How am I supposed to know
what is real these days?
All of this contributes to
sickness of the mind
and this malaise.
I keep walking into mirrors,
just trying to find my way in.
If I stay silent
I can hear
the crack and splinter
of illusions breaking.
All things must return to dust
even lies with silver surfaces.
When I finally turn to face it,
tricked by my own impatience,
no longer trapped in this place,
I can step through,
into the truth.
HG – 2021
