Inside My Mirror
Seal me in, shut the door
I’ll sit alone here on the floor
Bare, the wood, beneath my feet
Giving up, I can’t compete
With voices louder than my own
Blathering, blessed lips of stone
They cannot see inside my mirror
Only she can see me clearer
Than I can see myself, it seems
She takes the matter to extremes
Asking, coaxing, driving hard
She whips the horses with her shard
Of gleaming light, a blinding sword
With which she aims to cut the cords
From me to him, and him to her
Through endless years, a hazy blur
Of lines, criss-crossing in the dark
Weaving silken threads, she marks
The flow of time, a steady crawl
Dragging in the mud, she stalls
To let me catch my breath, I rest
Just long enough to feel, she jests
You know this isn’t yet the end
She says, you must stand up again
But I don’t think she understands
I’m willing, just not sure I can
Withstand the barking dogs, the foxes
Living large inside their boxes
If only she would sit me down
Stay forever, wear her crown
Emblazoned, jeweled, heavy, old
Flaming, razor-sharp and gold
But she has other things to do
Further down the line, the clues
She’ll leave them in the usual place
And off she’ll fly without a trace