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_