COMPETITION PROMPT

Write a poem or story about a mirror struggling with the fact that she has no identity of her own. (What could this be symbolic of?)

Mirrored

On one side

the world is Right


And the other

All is Left


There's a Portal in my body

Shines from one world

To the next


Say you raise a glass

Right-handed


The other crowd

They have it flipped


On the right

Your smile's lovely


On the left

It starts to tilt


On the right your shoulders shrug

And

On the left they're far too wide


On the right, you seem to _wink_

The left?

There's something in your eye!


When I learned about my

stomach


And the hole

Connecting through


I thought it like

a curse


At first,


Being stuck between the two


When the Right world peered

inside me


They would never

Understand


They're not looking at

_Their_ fingers


It's the _Left_

With crooked hands


Soon I learned I was

The only one


Who seemed to see the line


Through the worlds

That mirrored

back and forth


There was something

That was

Mine


Because

The Left had been too

Timid


And the Right had grown

too Vain


But,

Through the Portal

in my belly


I could help the worlds reframe


So that Right may see

there's beauty

In the wacky and bizarre


Not to dote on

Being perfect

But to embrace

Who they _are_


And Left should know

there's nothing strange

And,

Strange is a delight


So that,

What was Right

could learn

From Left


And what was


Left

Was

_Right_

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