Every morning I look at the mirror
I see nothing but a frosted piece of glass
I am prevented from seeing my own face,
My own reflection
The frost is what people think of me
How their thoughts overcome mine
I wonder why, but find no answer
A rage of fury and frustration runs through me
I pick up my pen and throw ink on the paper
I voice my thoughts, and bury myself in them
A thunder of words showers like rain, all by itself, and I,
Do not comprehend
There are those who depict their wrath as paint on the canvasses,
But I throw ink on the paper.
And after, I explode with words,
I soothe myself
That now, I can behold my problems clearly,
In that frosted piece of glass
I strive- seek refuge from the dark hole,
I once made inside myself to hide from the world
The mirror that was once frosted is now clear
The shadows of others’ thoughts have disappeared from my life
And now, it’s only me.
The tears that I once shed have made me strong
All sorts of experiences have made me what I am today
The time has gone by and I wish not to see the past again,
When my mind and my heart were ruled by someone else’s
And now,
I am liberated, and on my own
Ready to discover myself, and a new world
I look at myself clearly, and write,
And this is how I connect with the world
Never seeing the frosted piece of glass ever again
Published in Daily Times, December 14th 2018.