I try to break mirrors
but I just bloody my hands.
I try to wear new names
but the old ones stay
and the tags weigh me down.
I try to be pieces
of ten thousand people
all harboured in one person.
I try to be one person
in harmony with ten thousand
which is quite impossible
when you consider
that there isn't much sleeping space
in the average mind.
I try to have many faces
and speak many tongues
but I always just forget
where I am headed
and can't hear my true voice
above the others.
I try to be everything
but the mirrors just break
and don't show anything afterward,
while I have bloodied hands
filled with splinters if who I hope to be.
(a response to "Break the Mirrors" by Elaina Lene, although her poem was much sweeter and deserving of a sweet response, we have learned that such come few and far between.)

03/03/2002

Posted on 03/03/2002
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