Reflections of mirrored memories, the way things used to be, pondering the deep pools of possibility.
Upon reflection, I observe some disturbing elements in me
One being the inability to be free
Afraid to embrace whatever my journey
Not afraid to fail, but afraid to make a move at all
Who will take the fall?
A Pawn, the Bishop, the Rook?
Where is my White Knight? Where is my King?
Why must I always sacrifice my Queen?
I stare at the chessboard that is my life
I ponder on my pain and strife
There MUST be a reason
Otherwise, how could I endure each season?
I let my mind continue to wander
A dangerous act, I know
But what choice do I have
When I have nowhere else to go?
So, I listen to a melody only I can hear
Singing sweet dissonance in my ear
Mixed with the distant murmur of my heart’s ache
Haunted by foggy memories that linger and cloud my clarity
I say this with the utmost sincerity
Maybe my mirror is unlike any other of its’ kind because I do not see
The things they all claim to see in me
I take Dickinson’s sage advice, try to dwell in possibility
Yet, the world seems to have something else in mind
And the universe denies me the gift of tranquility
Tick Tick Tick goes my clock, still running out of time
Tread lightly, my dear
Reflections are like sunshine
Too much of either will burn you right up
Abandoning you in an inferno —
Red Hot. Out. Of. Luck.
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