It’s only in the mirrors that I see ghosts
The image shrouded by shadows
When it started
Surreptitious spirit blending into the background
Spending back word days
Peering into the mirror
Gradually it grew near
My reflection drained as it rose in stature
First it stood with a hand on my shoulder
Like I was
Someone for him to mentor,
to mark
In this instant, I can see it in me
My eyes are bushed and bitter
Eyes I’ve never known
A carnage of my character
A cleaving of my humanity
Check the reflected corners
Giving up
The feeling of smashing a fist through the computer screen
And jumping over the edge
The feeling of inadequacy
Like you’ve ascended thousands of feet
But looking up you realize
You’ve only just started.
