Take Me Home (Original Poems)

Please Find Me in a Mirror- Poem 38

Standing with my palms against the glass,

Looking through the clear surface to the other side, covered with a dusty sheet.

But it does not look translucent to everyone.

People walk past my glass many times.

Removing the dusty sheet out of curiosity.

They look straight at me,

But they don't see me,

They see themselves.

For they are looking into a mirror.

My mirror.

The feeling of being lost and forgotten left me behind so long ago.

Because it had become clear to me to that it had already happened.

As they walk up to my glass, they would smile.

I smile back, knowing that they can't see me.

I still smile, just to keep myself saine,

Trying to keep the little flicker of hope that I had left, not knowing how it was possible.

My eyes sting and I refuse to let that first tear escape,

Because I knew that if I let that first tear fall,

They won't stop.

But everything changed

When a boy removed the dusty sheet,

Startling me.

He stared into the mirror.

Hope of him seeing me,

Was non existent.

For he looked the way everyone else had,

And ever will.

I looked into his eyes.

They were were blue with green swimming in them.

Glasses rested in his nose, guarding his eyes.

He was tall.

Skin pale.

Shirt loose.

Hair in a tangle.

And for the first time,

His face was consumed with what he saw.

No one had ever not looked so focused.

Not into this mirror of mine.

I smile, risking my own sanity.

Hoping with all of me,

That maybe.

Just maybe he could see me.