From This Side

by reginadee2014


From This Side

Regina Puckett


Every morning I fall through the crack in the mirror

Its harsh reflection bringing that old woman nearer

Who is she and why does she frown so at me

Can she see the same thing that I can see

I wonder if she’s disappointed in her life

Is she also a sister, mother and wife

Do her tears also feel like scorching rivers of fire

I wonder if her feet too get stuck in life’s mire

Surely she’s smarter than the fool staring at her

Because from the side of the mirror, life’s a blur