Inspired by Girl Before A Mirror, Pablo Picasso (1932)
She stares.
The mirror in front of her
Judges, silently
Approves or denies what she sees.
Two faces, two souls?
Or one unraveling?
Each curve, each line,
Twisted.
Distorted.
The reflection is almost hers,
Yet holds more;
A shadow, a whisper,
The weight she carries hidden.
The mirror clings to her.
Her fingertips press the glass.
Trace the fragile line
Between herself
And the stranger who watches it.
One face is smooth, serene.
The other, shadowed.
Their gazes meet,
A question lingers:
Does the mirror tell the truth?
Or does it warp her?
Her body bends,
Melts,
Into the dark edges of light
Until she reaches out,
Curious, confident,
To find the part of herself
That lives
Beyond the glass.