Part II · Self
Mirror Mirror
mirror, mirror—
who's the fairest
of them all?
she mourned
before she looked.
memory, memory—
when did you
become
imagination?
which pieces
did you bury,
and which
did i?
judgment, judgment—
whose voice
do you borrow
when you speak?
do you know
my name—
or only
my mistakes?
faith, faith—
were you
ever certainty,
or only
hope
wearing robes?
love, love—
why do you
arrive
holding hands
with grief?
why do you
always ask
for more
than yourself?
truth, truth—
why are you
always found
after
the damage,
standing quietly
in the wreckage
of hope?
time, time—
why does
one minute
last forever,
while ten years
vanish
before breakfast?
silence, silence—
who taught you
to sound
so much
like shame?
why does
cacophony
feel more
like home?
self, self—
i don't remember
your voice.
mirror, mirror—
who's the fairest
of them all?
she looked.
the mirror
said nothing.