Finding my face
turning away.
Trying to get straight
my angles of escape.
Light shifts and time makes
things clearer than before,
while others fade into the distance,
not the same view anymore.
Spent so much time avoiding
the pain of reconciliation.
I started to miss forward.
Caught up in my hesitation.
Past and passing.
Always clockwise.
Turns my head into a whirlpool,
and I’m just spinning,
spinning,
spinning
my tires.
Never breaking from the start line.
Hall of mirrors
always showing
what it is behind me,
but it always gets it backwards.
Turn to look,
but I can’t find me.
I’ve been more than disappointed,
let down by the light itself.
The person that it showed me
turned out to be someone else.
Sweeping up another shattered failure.
Cleaning up another fine excuse.
All these things are happening to me,
and I know they’re happening to you.
So, when I reach out,
don’t try to hide this time.
Just close your eyes
and take your hand in mine,
and pull me through the mirror,
in and out the other side,
and make me a reflection
I can finally recognize.
Perception used to be a prison,
but I am free now.
I can do the impossible,
propelled forward and out.
No longer looking over my shoulder,
finding myself just spinning around.
Broken glass providing traction
for this new way I have found.
I’m going to make it
out of this
fun house.
DJR – 2023
