Every time I look in there
I see a pitch black mirror
And every time I get near
I see the woman in white
And as she looks back into my eyes
She starts to cry
I ask her what’s wrong
And she just screams
And then that’s when the whole world began to shake underneath me
I am holding on to the edge by a finger
And the woman from the mirror walk up to me
She looked me in the eyes and said “I don’t believe in what you are”
“You stand for one thing, and then you fall”
She stepped on my finger until I let go
And as I fell she just kept getting closer
And just before I hit the ground
Out from the wreckage comes a hand
And it helps me back up again
And as I rise I see light blue skies and birds singing
But, when I look down I see a never ending pitch black hole
And even though I feel like I am ascending towards the sky
It’s really just in my mind
And when I realize it
I see the black mirror again
But, this time the woman’s hand reaches out to be my friend
And when I went for it I came to realize it was the hand the hand that helped me catch my breathe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is a good story, it seems personal, I might be wrong. I like it though