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Posted: November 27th. 2006 4:51:52 PM
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Peter’s story
by Widdershins
Age Group: Adult
In the beginning…
Unexpectedly a hand reached out
and pulled me inside
how strange is this suddenness
this new and scarred life
my words had echoed in another’s soul
and was greeted with such joy
the discussions ran long and unending
the moments forever bending into infinity
such serenity and laughter of useless grieving
over pointless causes
within that world, out there, came the applauses
and the feeling had welled, deepened…
we touched upon those depths
memories we could not forget
and as a tear escaped my eye
so did that other mirror reply in kind
but a secret tautness had evolved
the mirror’s mystery was unsolved
and it darkened to show me obscurity
a place ventured into by none and untouchable, until
anger had lashed out to grip me by the ankle, but it’s alright
I simply pulled out and pulled the mirror outside…
The chain of events…
The stories unfolded to reveal
the secrets that left scars unhealed
I’d been admitted to the secret room
of doubt and insecurity
the mirror’s – now faded – obscurity
this mirror had reached out once more
and begged me to please look inside
please heal these plagues, what could the mirror do?
and I advised my mirror, I calmed,
spoke softly to soothe
and with my greatest joy to answer any hollows
I saw in my mirror as adoration bloomed…
…yet doubt punctures me now
of whether it had happened at all
were my words of no use, now, that the mirror
has closed, how it has been covered in dark robes?
What tears still fall around the rim and down the edge
what pains torment the echoing void beyond
that I’ve tried to heal for so long… had my words
been heeded… or were they never really needed?
but I was still veiled with wonderful truth
when the mirror took her turn to soothe
and the growth I saw had wondered my disbelieving eyes
the complexity of such a wonderful life
filled with things that are no longer needed, still I wonder
if my words had been heeded…
it made sense, the way was being set
the path was before us I felt
we could finally walk down this right road
beneath the stars and the moon,
under every leaf and each leafy tree
eye witnesses to the deep feeling growing infectious in me
how my dreams had emerged…
and each time my little mirror
had cried out in anguish, I came
running to her aid, I had been
the knight to show her the secret dreams locked within
I showed my mirror that whatever happens
things have solutions, yes I did… I shared
with the mirror all I could, I offered her safe arms
when she needed to cry, I offered her escape
when she wanted to fly, I showed her the right way
should she need to leave
I showed her that life does not exist to grieve…
The chains wrap tighter…
Now in these images shimmers
the lost and faded glimmer of the unjust
the feeling of utter, black loss
how had this mirror ruined my mind
to torment it in endless cycles of not understanding
what had been done… what joy
had I seen when I’d offered a rose
and it was taken lovingly and with need
how I’d loved to watch that smile
as my hand in friendship was grasped with a grin
how deeply she’d let me slip in… my curiosity,
my undoing, I wanted to see
this flower of a mirror presented to me
so I’d shown this soul the means
and within the small frame had evolved
a thousand more powerful dreams, reality
seemed to split at the seams…
My chains set to lethal…
But no! this cannot be… how had this feeling
overpowered me! I could not break away, so entranced
had become the mirror and the chain of events
how my buried longing had emerged
for this mirror, once so obscured… what had I done
now in my loss I see it all
my heart buried somewhere, shredded in the distance
and the rusting plaque creaking in the wind over it, shall
read my name, aged with time… each little crease
indented to read my last lines… yet I live on in my defiance
for it extends beyond your shards, my mirror
and by God, I shall succeed! No blood dripping
shall ever leave me to bleed…
your words that were uttered to mirror my own
had slipped out of deceptively wonderful lips
before you’d begun to fight me with your matchbox sticks
of unsavory argument and phantoms of hurt
no word of mine could point out the absurd
setting fire to my haystack of truth
and in the dry, a sweating cloud condensed,
covering my eyes without consent,
and then… my mirror was gone…
my God… what have I done…
through the clenching of my jaw, and knowledge
of being right, I reached out again
to apologize… and yes, my mirror
was back again… calm and soothing
seductive and wooing, oh… my little mirror…
my undoing…
Taut…
My mistakes had continued, so it seems
perhaps this dream has been transmuting
to some nightmare of shadows
where my mirror’s obscurity
had me endure fires I needn’t touch
for my soul has aged so much, I need no ties
to sundry energies that would take the life of me,
I have the power of my own mind, I need no stability
of my mirror’s deceptive horrors, the source of all lies
as she had eluded me by avoiding home
set to leaving me there waiting, alone
but I shall not let such things rule
I’m an honest man, and no one’s fool.
My hopes of a new happiness had spread to wishes
and my ears were tuned to news of this mistress of sundry arts
my wish had been that she could separate her pain from present
before her woes tear her apart
and so my inquiry was met by assurances
that indeed she had done all this, well…
Accusatory chain…
So now my little mirror had condemned my existence
to be sourced from something paranormal
some strange and fascinating being
that she’d do well to be leaving, but without
any reasonable explanation…
what an odd sense of elation to cut free
from the one soul who’d taken the time
to help her… what a strange being…
oh, little mirror you have forgotten my age
as I have seen many things from beautiful to the strange
and her requests had been easily met
but not a grateful whisper did all of it beget…
Mirror of obscured reflection…
My little mirror was so punctured with fear
her rimming glass had shed many a tear
the clenching gut feelings that had no meaning
had overwhelmed her seething, and in these moments
it was to me that she had chosen to turn
and I’d dutifully calmed her churning burns,
and oh! had she often wished that I’d never cease to exist…
where has that gone…
the wonderful feelings had passed? now she moves gently on…
Gently perhaps, but hurtfully cutting
what repayment must she deem
accusing me in obscurity that the source of her sorrow
had been me…
may I ask just once more,
what had implored her to do so? what sundry star
had shone down her darkened passages
and whispered to her that this light was sourced somewhere else
that I had been the folding blackness
engulfing, all encompassing, what truth had she seen
what lies had she been told, and in obscurity believed?
How could she misunderstand my shine
when I had never claimed her as solely mine
on continued the tirade of walling
that my flashing signal was appalling, childish, my mirror?
What fantasies have you evolved?
Flying away…
My hand is offered… such a blinding response
she made to grasp it, my mirror did
but never quite reached it…
once more my mirror went obscured
into blackness of hiding before my offered light
such a strange ideal, to decide that this shall be something to fight…
oh God had hot humiliation enveloped me
to discover the lengths and means of this attempt to cut free
when all I’d done was shine a light on a better way
what had gone wrong? what didn’t I say…
but you forget, little mirror, that I have friends
that they will always help me to the end…
so when her attempts proved futile,
my confused mirror had resorted to the brutal
slash and run, ignoring my cries
what deception had made this mirror so blind!
Reflection
My tone somber, morose
I’d declared this issue at a close,
I shall not let myself be hurt
by mirrors stubbornly sticking to straggling in the dirt
oh, but how those cruel words had hurt…
I’ve seen the result of your success, little mirror
for no new endeavor shall I create to catch in your reflection
and perhaps penetrate your glass-caged mind
you’ve been sighted, little mirror, you’ve been seen
as your glass tears reflect the sun while you weep…
what had you done? all this trouble to eliminate me
when perhaps I’d have been the only one to understand
and mend you back into one
piece…
your ruin sits before me, plain to see
but no longer shall I let you
be my continual undoing…
November 25, 2006
Author's Notes: Written for my brother. May the Goddess shine your way and bring you joy.
This was written based on a letter I got from him, and I made a poem out of it. Hope you've enjoyed reading it, feedback, as always, is welcome. ^^
Widd
Author's Location: Szeged, Hungary
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