Reflect. Refract. Refrain. Poem by Morimyth Weaver

Can a mirror reflect lightning
and still remain whole after it strikes?

Beware the gaze of electric eyes.
Lest they follow you home
And reveal your disguise.
This is the magic of the mirror witch.

Reflect...

Fueled by ego,
Eyes laser-focused
On straw targets,
So oblivious to
The souls in your wake.
Ever-changing, growing, fluid,
But behind closed doors.
A soul goes missing.
Always running from
Prying eyes with a welcome guise
Who will shepherd the truth away.

The truth will out
And out she'll come
In a scourge of rain
and sleet and storms
Her clouds thick with purpose
Eyes luminous with epiphany.

Refract...

Fueled by ego,
Eyes laser-focused
On straw targets,
So oblivious to
The souls in your wake.
Ever-changing, growing, fluid,
But behind closed doors.
A soul goes missing.
Always running from
Prying eyes with a welcome guise
Who will shepherd the truth away.

Can a mirror reflect lightning
and still remain whole after it strikes?

When the lightning strikes
It never strikes twice
Bend yourself back
Keep the face that you hide
But can't keep the disguise.
Don't tell me that I can
Just shut my eyes
To the prying guise
Of a welcome smile
That will usher the truth away.

Count your days.
The eyes of the mirror witch
are trained on you.
You. Better. Pray.

Beware the gaze of electric eyes.
Lest they follow you home
And reveal your disguise.
This is the magic of the mirror witch.

Reflect...

Can a mirror reflect lightning
and still remain whole after it strikes?

Reflect. Refract. Refrain.

(Written 2020)