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?)
Reflections
I’ve had many faces, some beautiful beyond compare, some as ugly as could be
But none of them were mine
I’ve shown many emotions, from love to hate and everything in between
But I’ve never felt them
I show many things, but I see nothing
I reflect light and dark, but belong to neither
I am round or square and yet I have no shape
I am an anomaly, and yet I am common
Some hated me, and some love me
But I am neither loved nor hated
I am only valued by what I show
But even that doesn’t belong to me
I can not lie nor show the truth
I am nothing and yet everything
And that hurts, though I can not feel pain.