Duality by iServalan for Tale Teller Club
Duality
She stared at me,
From the sharpness
of the mirror.
Eyes black,
saddened by
a life of cruel turns.
Her edges were blurred
by the echoes of herself.
the reflection reached out
begging to be touched
to be held as a mother would.
Always there.
These eyes!
following her everywhere she went.
A shadowed face
that wasn't quite her own.
One line cuts through
the center of everything,
she mused.
A boundary where
light and darkness
merge and pull apart.
Where truth whispers
in riddles to its opposite.
Between the black
and the white,
a world unfolds
where form distorts.
but meaning deepens.
where each angle
is a doorway to another
unseen reality.
Each half of her held
a piece of the whole,
a figure drawn
to both sides
a singularity
caught in the paradox
of existing
everywhere
and nowhere
all at once.
Two faces,
one gaze
a dance in contrast,
a secret held
in the delicate
balance of what is
what was
and what might be
© 2024 Sarnia de la Mare
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