In the mirror I stare
Face to face with something that’s not my reflection, yet so fair,
So marvelous and baffling… so dizzy… I fall into an armchair.
The being is laying down too.
Why it’s not gone I have absolutely no clue,
Yet my blood is rushing,
My heart against my chest… again and again hurling;
I look carefully and what I notice is so brilliant…
I see sadness, I see hardship, but also warmth and power enough to facedown a giant.
I stare still…
This creature may be different, yet…
I feel like a wounded animal and it is the perfect vet;
I’m shaken by so many sensations,
I tremble in fear and jump in joyful celebrations,
I see the clouds gathering,
A light that parts them so blindingly staggering.
“Come out!” I yell,
“Why would I? I’m already there… can’t you tell?”
I contemplated and almost choked.
This thing, this creature… the emotions it evoked,
It’s already part of my structure,
A constant healer tending to every wound, every puncture;
Part of my being, of my life,
She’s beside me and inside me, helping with my every strife,
A constant shield against the wind of misery,
A life-giving grape in a giant rotten winery,
A bottle full of love and compassion,
A never-ending boost, infinite passion.
by Vlad-Ovidiu Adam
Image source: dred8667
Vlad, you did a great job! 🙂 I’m only curious to know if Gellu Naum’s poem about the mirror inspired you?
Late reply, but better than never. Anyways… my inspiration wasn’t from the author you mentioned. Truth be told, I haven’t even heard of him before now. Might look him though. Thank you! Wish you a good day and hope the rest of the months since you posted your comment weren’t too hard you. Cheers!
You can be so lazy sometimes, dear. 😛 Here’s the poem Alina mentioned months ago: http://elitere.ro/oglinda-oarba/
Thank you, Vlad. Cheers!