I’m on the dark side of a one-way mirror,
watching you drowning in your own fear.
You refuse to see me, because you only
believe what the mirror reflects back to you.
You feed it your pain, and you get it back in spades.
You accept the illusion and cling to the charade.
You think your chains are only hurting you,but I’m a prisoner bound to your pain too.
I smash my fists into the glass again and again,
wishing I could shatter this wall between us.
I feel the sharp pain when you’re crying out;
I’m helpless as I witness you bleeding out.
Your hand reaches to the mirror for comfort;
I raise mine too though it won’t ease the hurt.
I’m pressing my palm intensely to the glass,
wondering if you feel me on the other side.
But you slide slowly back down to the floor,
unaware that your life could be so much more.
wondering if you feel me on the other side.
But you slide slowly back down to the floor,
unaware that your life could be so much more.
~RH Hope