Reflections Poem by Eric Michael Fitt

Reflections

My authentic self -
Elusive as a forest elf;
The extent of my disguise -
Unknown to my own eyes

For the mirror tells a tale
My mind cannot assail,
And the shape of this illusion
Is shrouded in confusion

I consult the dramatis personae
To see what rôle might I play today -
Something appropriate to my age,
To enact upon the worldly stage

And a narrative to span an arc,
Illuminating of the dark,
With all my fanciful imaginings
Embellishing of my happenings

Yes, it seems I´m never quite the same,
And who but I to take the blame?
What separates me from the real,
In all I touch, do, try, and feel?

Fantastical fears will assail me -
They let me know I am not free,
In all the things I can´t control,
In all the ways I am not whole

And the magical side of life
Gets lost amidst my daily strife,
And striving for to find my bliss
Is lost in choice of that or this

Well could it be I cannot see
I´m actually a nobody?
Or maybe I missed the perfect part
Right from the start...

Or perhaps I´d rather just be alone,
And in myself to find a home,
And the woven masks of social adherence
Will I sacrifice for an inner coherence

I search the mirror patiently,
Asking of it what I still cannot see;
The man in the mirror stares back at me,
And he beckons me forth, invitingly…



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