What I Imagine
What I imagine is beyond my years,
An equilent stare
And an equilent ear.
A sombre mind
Is what one ought to have, but I foresee
What plays in my head
Is a movie
Of such great distress,
I see a young girl,
A good girl,
And the other side
Of the mirror
Is a different
Sort of girl.
More like the one before
In the image the mirror gives off.
If one would say the mirror lies,
Then that one would realise
The only thing that stands between these two girls is the thin membrane called glass.
Yet with the absence of such, they are merged into one. And when they come out to play
A tiny piece of each stands out like the small glow of the paraffin lamp my grandmother used to forbid us to use
Their memories of each other
Are like the memories
Of one individual person,
Yet seeing them
Side by side
Would greatly outline
Their stalk differences
But in world of fear
You can only love one
And their tears are the only thing that mimics their distress.
Copyright © Tumelo Mogotsi | Year Posted 2011
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