Be My Mirror

Hello, wonderfuls! I have been really busy lately, having just published my latest book The Conversation of Merachefet and I must say, as those of you who know me better will already be aware, every time after I come out with a new book I go a little crazy! Like, a little insane really! It's a natural high for me and it feels like jumping off of a wall with firecrackers tied to my ankles and a bottle of Merlot in each hand! Well, Merlot in one hand and blackberry sparkling in the other! Now, even that visual is a little insane, isn't it? There's more to it even— add to that a really loud scream as I jump from the wall with the bottles in my hands! Now that's better, that's more realistic, that's more like how I feel every time for about a month and a half after I publish a book! You can now conclude that I have been really busy feeling insanely insane. Yes. Insanely insane.



So... now I'm working on my next book to be published! I've already shared some poetry from it on here and today I want to share another poem from the later pages of my upcoming book (yes, I know I might be producing books too fast and ought to slow down to give people time to purchase the ones that are already there, so hurry up and buy all my books already so I can move forward!)



I hope you like it...





Be My Mirror





What if I’m the monster?

What a scary thing to say

My skin trembles just a little bit

To hear my own mouth ask such a question

What if I’m the cause

For my own hurts

And pains?

What if I’m the reason why I

Can’t even see all my reasons

To appreciate

To be happy

Because I’m a monster

Covered in purple fur

Fluffy and round and

Sitting in the corner

Behind the shadows of the corner

Pushing everybody away

And I push with my short little monster arms

With soft purplish fur

Having fingerprints of

The raindrops that

I carry in my memories

From rainy days of

A long time ago

Then what if those rainy fingerprints

From my memories

Burn into people’s skin

Or at least mark them

And make them never want to come back?

And I cry

I cry

But what right do I have

To cry?

When I’m the one who pushed them

Away?

So I might be a monster

A purplish, furry one

Round

And standing in the shadows

Of that corner over there



But maybe I’m not



I could be full of love

And sunshine

With sunbeams all over my face

I could be a flying thing

With wings

That’s not a monster at all

But something that flutters with wings

And lands on things

With a ballerina’s touch

Making stuff come back to life

And sprout through the ground

Breaking through the soil

Of the earth and of hearts!



But maybe I'm not



When I listen to myself

I think I just might be

A laughing sort of thing

Finding something amusing

Worth laughing at

In everything

Like those windy days

That remind you of

Visits to the park

When you were eight

The wind grabs your hair

And pulls your ear close

To whisper things beautiful

And almost forgotten

But not quite forgotten



And you laugh!



So what am I?

Can you tell me?





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