Through the Looking Glass

Through the Looking Glass
Through the looking glass of water,
I see my reflection looking at me.
Pieces of colours from the surrounding add form and shape yet my reflection is
still.
The calmness of the water,
The wind kisses my cheeks.
Through the looking glass, I see my pains and grown.
Time moves quickly, while I sit still, tears fall on my reflection, she doesn’t break.
Through this I see me, the inner me from the looking glass of water-

Poem by JM Lewis