Anoucheka Gangabissoon writes

A Mirror Image

Fed up with this world and its civilities

I chose to create a reflection of myself

One whose duty centered around my life

While I ran, I flew, I fled to where living was more serene

My reflection though

Lived life as if it were a robot

Imbibed with emotions

It excelled there where I failed

It pleased there where I always ended up making a few unhappy

It satisfied there where I was deemed as being unacceptable

It lived

And cared not about its existence

About its genuineness

About its aim

About its futile meaning

About finding truth

About finding the pieces of this world's puzzles

About the purpose of love even

It lived

In all simplicity

While I drowned in anonymity

While I spied on it in secrecy

It lived with such fervor

That I became jealous

Why

It's none other than me

So why am I jealous

My reflection is making of me a success

A star

Loved

Praised

Envied

Talked about

Copied

It made of me an icon

But still I yearned to get my life back

So I left my hideout

Killed my mirror image

And took its place

The moroseness of life swiped me over

And I again yearned for my anonymity

Pray, what am I

A being wanting to be an image

An image wanting to be a being

A shadow yearning for itself

A mere dust particle yearning to be sparkling

A mirror image

A false one

None else!

 

 Woman Before Her Mirror -- Paul Delvaux