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I stood before the mirror Transfixed by the image Staring back at me I knew her The woman’s hair was long and brown Her face lovely and long Her eyes were light blue She smiled knowingly at me I knew she was me I had seen her in my mind I had heard her soft voice At one time I had loathed her Now I loved her deeply Bianca looked knowingly Into my tired eyes It was like she was a non-corporeal lifeform That I couldn't touch with my hands A specter perhaps? I smiled back wishing With all my inner being That she could leave the reflection And we could embrace But I cannot truly touch her She is encased in my mind Far from my consciousness Separated from my life Only part of who I am I hated to turn away From the smiling fresh face I didn’t want to see As her vision faded away I stood a moment longer I reached out my hand to feel her face I gently stroked the cold glass edges Of the mirror The image reached back Suddenly I felt so overwhelmed Knowing I could not touch her Hot tears rolled down my cheeks The agony of our isolation swept over me I brushed my tears away Smiling one last time I turned to go Behind me I could hear her sobbing She was so lost, so lost The pain was almost unbearable How terrible is the loneliness We must suffer in the world How much more so it must be For the images we have formed I wept for the soul I had created in my mind The image of who I wished I could be Forever separate, yet one Trapped in a mirror
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 8:28 AM UTC
Trapped in a Mirror
I stood before the mirror Transfixed by the image Staring back at me I knew her The woman’s hair was long and brown Her face lovely and long Her eyes were light blue She smiled knowingly at me I knew she was me I had seen her in my mind I had heard her soft voice At one time I had loathed her Now I loved her deeply Bianca looked knowingly Into my tired eyes It was like she was a non-corporeal lifeform That I couldn't touch with my hands A specter perhaps? I smiled back wishing With all my inner being That she could leave the reflection And we could embrace But I cannot truly touch her She is encased in my mind Far from my consciousness Separated from my life Only part of who I am I hated to turn away From the smiling fresh face I didn’t want to see As her vision faded away I stood a moment longer I reached out my hand to feel her face I gently stroked the cold glass edges Of the mirror The image reached back Suddenly I felt so overwhelmed Knowing I could not touch her Hot tears rolled down my cheeks The agony of our isolation swept over me I brushed my tears away Smiling one last time I turned to go Behind me I could hear her sobbing She was so lost, so lost The pain was almost unbearable How terrible is the loneliness We must suffer in the world How much more so it must be For the images we have formed I wept for the soul I had created in my mind The image of who I wished I could be Forever separate, yet one Trapped in a mirror
Bianca is an alter in my dissociative identity disorder system. She is indeed a part of me whom I dearly love.
#dissociative#identity#disorder#selflove#mirror#universe
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morgan6062
57/F/Illinois, USA
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 8:28 AM UTC
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