Mirror

I look for my reflection

I love my reflection.

It isn’t me but my only companion

Through life.

And sometimes it is me.

When we talk I wonder who’s speaking to who.

I cry unashamedly on to my reflection.

Because that’s the only direct truth.

Only me reflection knows me my way.

Only my reflection knows me at all inherently.

Others understand me, in their own ways

They just carry impressions, untruthful; coloured by their lives.

So I am a woman, an adult to them all

But to myself, I’m just me.

I don’t need them. But I forget it sometimes and get lonely.

All I need in my life is a mirror, my reflection

And my need to be understood by another

Is fulfilled

Or perhaps I fool myself.