Parallel Eyes Poem by Chelsea Meigs

This fact is not true but somehow every time I look in the mirror it comes rushing back
I look deep into my eyes and I know that they are not mine
They belong to a wicked witch, or a triumphant hero, or a pondering sorcerer from a far away place that does not exist
Maybe they belong to a leather-winged beast, born in the poet's mind and forever tapped on paper
Though my eyes are not flat
I look again and see the seven seas, I see the raging storms, flocks of butterflies, and the dissipating clouds when lightning strikes
I see a buried reasure, dozens of firefliws glowing in the nighttime sky, I see a fairy-princess, a thief, a liar, and a cheater
Do any of theses apply to me? I don't think I'll ever know, but there they are in my glistening eyes
Everything I may not be staring back at what I am

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