Old mirror
Dear mirror
Previous version of thyself
Swooned by days of unrest and slippery trials
Caught in the names of wounds that begin with anger
Set in bones and cloned to an old area
Where you couldn’t find yourself
Where you couldn’t catch your breath
Where you couldn’t run
Nor swear
Where there was no sun
To set on all your pain
Slippery slope
Catch me if you can
Old mirror
Let me play one more game.
© GOLSEN. November 2020.
