TigerLily
June 14th, 2009, 07:09 PM
She looks into the mirror and what does she see?
The contrast is undeniable, as her reflection
shows the thinner face and the fearful expression,
Her innermost fears projected onto the uncaring glass,
A world away from her younger self, but somehow her eyes
look almost exactly the same.
She wonders why it doesn’t look more similar
to the face in her memories, the one she can see
when she remembers years long past in her mind’s eye,
She recognises that young girl, but not this old woman in the reflection,
To her, it is only lies she sees conveyed on this cold glass,
Lies that leave her bewildered, wearing a confused expression.
To the passing nurse she tries to express
her confusion, her fear, but the nurse just acts the same,
Not an ounce of empathy as she takes away the glass,
Another form to fill, another patient to see,
She doesn’t have the time to reflect
On the haunting fear in the old lady’s eyes.
The look of terror in the old lady’s eyes,
A haunting image words cannot adequately express,
All this pain caused from nothing but a mirror reflection,
But in fifteen minutes or so all will be the same,
As she once again forgets the image she just saw,
And loses all recollection of that old woman in the glass.
She’s a twenty-five-year-old beauty, but that’s not what she sees in the glass,
Instead an elderly woman in a hospital ward lies before her eyes,
There are people around her, but when she explains this they still don’t see,
and give her nothing more than a sigh and a sympathetic expression,
Hoping and praying they never end up the same
as the woman who can’t even recognise her own reflection.
It can’t be her twenty-five-year-old self in the reflection,
As she tells herself it is nothing but a stranger in that glass,
A stranger who moves at exactly the same
time, and with uncannily familiar blue eyes
that seem to mimic her exact expression,
No, it can only be, must only be, a stranger that she sees.
The fragile old lady reflects on the stranger with the identical eyes,
That one trapped in the glass wearing such a haunted expression,
And wonders why nothing she sees is ever the same.
The contrast is undeniable, as her reflection
shows the thinner face and the fearful expression,
Her innermost fears projected onto the uncaring glass,
A world away from her younger self, but somehow her eyes
look almost exactly the same.
She wonders why it doesn’t look more similar
to the face in her memories, the one she can see
when she remembers years long past in her mind’s eye,
She recognises that young girl, but not this old woman in the reflection,
To her, it is only lies she sees conveyed on this cold glass,
Lies that leave her bewildered, wearing a confused expression.
To the passing nurse she tries to express
her confusion, her fear, but the nurse just acts the same,
Not an ounce of empathy as she takes away the glass,
Another form to fill, another patient to see,
She doesn’t have the time to reflect
On the haunting fear in the old lady’s eyes.
The look of terror in the old lady’s eyes,
A haunting image words cannot adequately express,
All this pain caused from nothing but a mirror reflection,
But in fifteen minutes or so all will be the same,
As she once again forgets the image she just saw,
And loses all recollection of that old woman in the glass.
She’s a twenty-five-year-old beauty, but that’s not what she sees in the glass,
Instead an elderly woman in a hospital ward lies before her eyes,
There are people around her, but when she explains this they still don’t see,
and give her nothing more than a sigh and a sympathetic expression,
Hoping and praying they never end up the same
as the woman who can’t even recognise her own reflection.
It can’t be her twenty-five-year-old self in the reflection,
As she tells herself it is nothing but a stranger in that glass,
A stranger who moves at exactly the same
time, and with uncannily familiar blue eyes
that seem to mimic her exact expression,
No, it can only be, must only be, a stranger that she sees.
The fragile old lady reflects on the stranger with the identical eyes,
That one trapped in the glass wearing such a haunted expression,
And wonders why nothing she sees is ever the same.