Do you see me standing here, <br />locked up inside your mirror? <br />I watch you every day, <br />standing here inside your mirror. <br />Why can’t you look over here <br />at your mirror and see me floating, <br />waiting to be heard. <br />I talk to you for hours but <br />you never hear. <br />Your mirror keeps me bound <br />here, unable to touch, stuck in here. <br />I see you look around nervously, <br />as if you can sense my presence in here. <br />I shout, I stomp, I scream and yell. <br />You turn, quickly, to your mirror. <br />Your eyes widen with fear. <br />No! , I yell as you turn away. <br />Please don’t leave me alone in here. <br />It’s cold and lonely, please speak to me. <br />Your shoulders stiffen and <br />then relax outside your mirror. <br />Finally, you look at me and speak. <br />You ask me why I’m here and stay. <br />I tell you I don’t know. <br />I’m just stuck standing in your mirror. <br />You poor thing, you say, feeling sorry for me. <br />It’s alright, I say, you’ve kept me company all day. <br />You come closer and stand nearer to your mirror. <br />You raise your hand to the glass, and I raise mine. <br />A vibrant burst of beautiful light emanates from your mirror. <br />Real. I feel your hand touch mine. <br />I feel the roughness and the smoothness. <br />Free at last, I am finally real, to come and go as I feel. <br />To touch and be touched, and to give and take. <br />I kiss your cheeks and your mouth. <br />Thank you, I tell your shocked face. <br />Your rough hands cup my shocked face. <br />You return my hesitant kisses with your assured ones. <br />You are mine, girl in the mirror, you tell me. <br />I am yours, boy outside the mirror, I tell you. <br />Finally we are together.<br /><br />Brooke Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/see-me-in-the-mirror/
