In the Corners of my Own Reflection
Trapped.
In the corners
Of my own reflection.
In the mirror’s mystic image.
Faces lost and gone.
Places never seen.
In the stone that’s left unturned,
Waiting…
For its other side
To see the sun.
The missed and lost memories
Linger on and on.
In
Times that were not spent.
In
Moments’ timely hours.
Somewhere else that’s here —
But never here.
When here is here.
And I am there.
Trapped.
In the corners
Of my own
Reflection.
– Janetti Marotta
Inquire:
How do you understand the phrase: Trapped in the corners of my own reflection?
Journal:
Is there a part of you that feels trapped? If so, what is it? Is there a way through?
