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reflections

i look at the girl in front of me,
she looks back, confused.
a girl who i thought was my twin flame,
my partner,
somehow seems so dissimilar to me.

sometimes i wonder what i did to make her feel this way,
did i wear the wrong thing?
did i come across as something i'm not?

but she fooled me too.
i thought we were the same.
she made me feel secure.

i hope one day i can look back at her,
and feel the connection that i once did.
something strong,
something empowering.

for now i will try to decide where we went wrong.

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
Please use care (this is a sensitive subject for me, do not critique harshly)
Review Request (Direction): 
How was my language use?
Last few words: 
this is my first poem. i don't use capital letters because it feels more like me. please let me know what you think
Editing stage: 
Content level: 
Not Explicit Content

Comments

If that's your thing... I say go with it, as long as it is consistent.
I'm thinking that it must be you in the mirror, because of what you say
about maybe wearing the wrong thing or coming across as something
you are not. It's a very odd thing, to look in the mirror and wonder
who is that person? Where did I get that look from? Am I really who
I think I am?
Well written and thought provoking. ~ Geezer.
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It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

thankyou! you'd be correct, self-image and my mirror image were definitely the main focus points.
sometimes when you look in the mirror for too long it gets a bit strange.

author comment

I really like this poem. The use of only lowercase suggests to me a few possibilities: that you feel inherently inferior, or are emerging slowly from a place of great hurt. Being overtaken by the masks that you use to interact with the world. These are just ideas that popped into my head as I read.

I sense it is deeply personal and I have shared similar experiences such as this. Poetry is such great therapy and I often feel like I am on the psychiatrists' couch or in the presence of my Higher Power when I am writing a poem. if this is your first poem, then I say Bravo!

Owl

thankyou! i do generally feel smaller, which is okay, but i never alluded a lack of capitals to that, it's just how i prefer it to look?? but you're right about the place of hurt and i have found that writing a poem allows me to tackle my issues from a completely new perspective. thanks again for the kind words.

author comment

Great first effort! Your poem captured a glimpse into the battles and skirmishes many of us have when looking at ourselves - whether it be in a mirror or between our ears - well done!

Best

Michael Anthony

thankyou! it's a common issue, but easy to get wrapped up in it and bottle it all up.

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