First published on October 2007
I look for my reflection
I love my reflection.
It isn’t me but my only companion
Through life.
And sometimes it is me.
.
When we talk I wonder who’s speaking to who.
I cry unashamedly on to my reflection.
Because that’s the only direct truth.
.
Only me reflection knows me my way.
Only my reflection knows me at all inherently.
Others understand me, in their own ways
They just carry impressions, untruthful; coloured by their lives.
.
So I am a woman, an adult to them all
But to myself, I’m just me.
.
I don’t need them. But I forget it sometimes and get lonely.
All I need in my life is a mirror, my reflection
And my need to be understood by another
Is fulfilled
.
Or perhaps I fool myself.