She looks up from the sink
Wondering at what she sees
Her reflection back at her blinks
She asks it if she’ll ever be free?
She also thinks on her image she sees
Wondering if it has a life beyond hers?
And if that too has worries
And looks into her image emotionally scarred
Does she love this image that stares so?
Does she have family as well?
Does she have a good life that grows?
Not like hers a living hell
What does she see looking back?
Indeed what looks back at her?
Does her image have qualities she lacks?
Or does something dark within her lurk?
The more she looks at the mirror
The more she feels apart
She doesn’t know who stares at her
She doesn’t feel it in her heart
Who is she, the woman with eyes of green
That looks lost and not carefree?
Who is she this imposter just seen
Could it be her or someone else maybe?
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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Caliburnus Rises 
You describe that momentary reflection so well – we must all have those moments at some time. Relly nice to read too.
Thank you for that. It came out differently to what was in my head though. Strange when the fingers move faster than the brain?