(A little bit delayed this week, apologies!)
This week’s prompt: Write a ‘reflection’ poem.
I wake up and wonder
‘What am I doing here?’
After a fitful half-slumber,
An answer not readily clear.
I rummage in my restless mind
For any reason I can find
But get lost in the past instead,
Unearthing events best left behind.
I reflect on forgotten days,
But through a broken mirror
That taints the memory’s gaze
And convinces me I am inferior.
I force myself to fight these cracks
And recover the rational image
That will set me back on track
To find answers I can faintly envisage.
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