Soul In The Mirror Poem by Loreta Muskardin

Today I need to write.
Some unknown power just
ordered:
Go! Sit down! Write!

Oh, but I don; t want to.
My mind is not made up.

My Souls are spread
all over this place.

One sits in the living room,
Watches the people outside,
Thoughtless, smoking, empty, alone.

The other one is busy
in the kitchen, just trying to
finish daily tasks.
She washes the dishes, and
water
runs
runs
runs
from that faucet
She runs with it,
without consciously knowing it.

Third Soul is in the bedroom.
That one smiles.
She thinks she knows why..but
I see her image in the mirror,
and the image is a different one.

That one
that one.
stares at me.

That image does not want me to go.
It invites me closer and I respond.
Looking at my other self the hidden
Soul I've never known, I see!

Now..now I know
It was this one that made me write.

Paper is not giving me answers,
nor asking me questions.

I write to collect my souls,
To make them come and hug me,
enter me and
make me One.