The Other Side Of The Mirror. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

The other side of the mirror.

What does it look like on the other side of the mirror?
The side you keep strictly to yourself.
Sometimes I see little glimpses,
like an extruding page from a book on a shelf.

What everyone sees is not what you see.
How could they begin to understand the mystery of you.
All the secrets you hold
and why you do, as you do.

The mind that takes the time to observe,
the overall picture,
instead of just black and white,
has an analytical insight,
into what is really wrong, what is really right!

Yes the mystery of you will remain,
Why take away the depth.
The mirror shall not be broken,
Not even in death!

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .20211210