My house of mirrors shifts and turns again
Reflections cascading round me in wild confusion
Where is reality – where the lie
Trapped and alone
I desperately seek to escape.
“My little love – come for a hug
I love my special girl.”
And yet behind that smiling façade
A ravenous monster lurks
Ready to devour, destroy.
I twist and turn, trapped in confusion
Seeking something with which to break these illusory mirrors
A maelstrom of images, whirling madly around me
Who can I trust, how can I escape.
Mirrors before me, mirrors behind me
Caught between an infinity of illusion
I feel my inner being drain away,
Dragged this way then that
No longer able to function
Becoming myself – yet one more illusory fiction.
Caught in this house of mirrors
I forfeit any right to be alive
Spinning and whirling
Trying to protect myself
As he lunges, attacks, dodges and dives.
I need to release myself
Escape the clutches of this shape changing *****
Before I shatter myself
In the vain attempt to smash this hall of mirrors
And escape into clean fresh air again.
But if those mirrors break
Will I too cease to be.
Am I now also, only an illusion,
A reflection caught twixt mirror and mirror
Only to dissolve and disappear
When they are cracked and shattered.
Am I so much a part of all that confusion
That when the truth breaks through
It will find there is nothing there.
Just broken glass, sharp edged shards
And the vague shadow of a once vibrant life.
© Meribah 2002