Last week we had a writing prompt from a mentor in Write of Passage to observe your surroundings. Pick an object in your space and write about it.
Here is my poem about my reflection in the mirror.
Hello, my shadow.
Clearly following me like a stalker.
You look like me, dress like me and move like me.
But you can’t be me.
There is only one… me.
When I walk away, I will be alone.
Rid of you.
Do you cheat on me when I’m gone?
Do you try and make yourself into someone else?
How does it feel?
Always a copy, never the original.
Reflect on that for a time and tell me how it feels.
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