Who...What? ? Poem by hazel jackson

I'm standing in the dark looking at myself in the mirror I know because I can see a figure in front of me and it moves when I do and then there's a light I can see myself but there seems to be a look of Wonder on my face worry and curiosity.

Who was I before I turned on the light?

Looking into the glass I asked myself this question constantly and I can't figure it out yet it's strange how the mirror World catches all the details of my world but not be the same as the world I live in at all.

Sometimes I even wonder that when the wind from a door or window closing turns the pages of my Bible on my dresser is it God turning the pages to what he wants me to read.

What if my world was like the mirror world would I wonder such things at all or does things like this even exist there.

Who or what was I before I turned on the light.