To Reflect
step a bit closer
bring your face near to me
look into your own eyes.
i am a replica, a mimic.
i am nothing more than a lens to echo
the way your particles align.
every atom. every cell.
how they converge into matter.
the mistakes, scars. distractions.
a structure for what is hiding inside the
blood of it all. the memories
that pump in your veins.
the ones you still can’t name.
it will always start to unravel.
remember when you fell apart,
forgot you held prisms in your hands,
and kept going?
emerged from ashes
with a clear vision and
gave birth to it through
your own power?
power without reflection —
a pretty word for pretty things.
you wanted pretty things.
until, one early morning you finally
looked past me, into the depths of
your own rib cage and i knew
the time was now.
i grabbed at you. i screamed:
“caricature.”
you opened your eyes to a
parody of reality. beaten beautifully.
she looked like you, hallowed.
the name calling was
fierce and wild and mean.
but you needed to see it.
what you were really meant for.
give yourself permission.
you are all of the universe emulated.
i’ll show you. don’t be scared to look.
hold your own gaze.
we are both a frame.
In The Way 
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