Mirror
My Mother was an artist, creating beautiful things
Paintings and Poetry
All the while she extirpated excellently
A cataclysm, catastrophe, contradictory
Broken glass and shattered meanings
I fear that one day I will look into the mirror
And see her face
I fear that one day, I will look into the mirror
And see her eyes in mine
See her nose where mine should be
Her mouth smiling back at me
I fear that one day I will look into the mirror
And see her face
Sometimes I hear her voice in my own
Her laugh in mine
Her yell in my tone
My mother was an artist creating beautiful things
She molded me like clay
Shaping me in the way her image lay
My mother was an artist, with a painful skill
And I have a fear that one day I will look into the mirror
And see her face
Posted Jan 19, 2022, 6:07 PM UTC
I'm not really sure how to take this. It's prose, but it's not. To be clear, I like the piece.
The line "Broken glass and shattered meanings" in the first stanza strikes a resonant chord with me. My mother was abusive. Not sure if that's what was meant by that line, but that's my feeling on it.
She may have made you, but that doesn't mean you will become, or have to become her. You are not a mirror image of your mother and you don't have to be. You can break the cycle.
I know, it's hard for me, because I see myself becoming my dad. I see him in my mannerisms and hear him in my words. We are very much alike in a lot of ways, yet I know, I am not him, I know that we are vastly different too.
Maybe I missed the meaning in this piece, but what I get from it is a deep inner turmoil, a reflection of self that doesn't really agree with what one wants to be.
One suggestion though, I would probably try to work on the syllable count for a more harmonious flow. Although the bumpiness of it may be intentional.
This means a lot (and I think I may have needed to hear some of that, thank you); you definitely got the meaning right! Thank you for the advice! I'm definitely going to take that into account, I knew something was off but I couldn't quite pinpoint it.
You're most welcome.