The mystery of the looking
glass
and how we see ourselves.
The reflection is something
altogether different
a mirror next to a photo is
never the same.
It’s something akin to hearing
your voice
as it makes its way through
your bones.
And then hearing it as it
reaches your ear
on the waves of breath and air.
In looking at you I’ve begun to
see myself
in the clarity that only comes
from the outside.
It’s different when I sit alone
at the mirror
the image still somehow comes
from within.
In listening to you I’ve begun
to hear my voice
as if I was sitting here next
to myself.
It’s different than listening
quietly as I speak
it’s actually hearing the
things I never say.
There is something about
reflections
the meaning is two-fold.
It is looking outward
in an effort to see within.
It is also looking inward
in an effort to see out.
Perspective ever changing
on each side of the glass.
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