I have made my bones bad
Except I am not bad
There are little shoes on every wall
I find names
Like Lessons
Samuel
Hadra
I wonder how they lost their names
Like I lost my name
Inside
How I lost my being
And wear through my shoes
When there is a mirror
Do you choose to look in it
Or do you jump through
I can’t look
Not at my bad bones
It is hard to jump through a mirror
When it feels like a wall
Rough and grating on my hands
And face
I don’t light a candle
For fear that I might hurt her
I run my fingers through the sand
A shallow trough of wishes and prayers
Little fires of what’s inside
I consider the prayer board
The messages are written on orange squares
In black pen
I read them
Think about how a stranger can take the pin from your wish and make it so
Every hope
Turned into words
Words said out loud
But not loud enough for the person who wrote the wish and ran
Jumped
Didn’t look
My face is like the Cheshire Cat and jam
Disjointed
smilingcrying
Not sweet like candy tears
The mirror is empty
On this side and that
I am my own witness
I am scared by the bag
But I love it.
I have turned my bones bad
Except I am not bad inside.
15 comments:
What a lot you have given us to take in today Jae. Only vain people like looking in a mirror. You can jump though it by walking away from it. Everything is possible for those that love and are loved. Look inside that bag again you will find some treasures there. Your words are treasures, they spill out of that bag and touch us all.
Thank you Old Egg..I am thinking of swopping the catastrophe bag for a bag of surprises..then there is sure to be treasure..snowy wave from the UK..Jae
Great ending and I really like this, Jae:
It is hard to jump through a mirror
When it feels like a wall
If your face is like the cheshire cat and jam then you are in no danger of cracking the mirror. Hope you are not up to your eyeballs in snow:)
The line "the mirror is empty on this side and that" caught my attention. So sad. Jumping through the mirror sound like adventure until you have to figure out how to get back to the other side. I enjoyed this very thoughtful take on today's prompt.
This is a wonderful piece... perhaps words of a kitten? Is it "very cold" there? I heard the "very cold" was moving to England? If it is "very cold", stay warm.
Thank you Laurie..
Thank you Rallentanda..just up to our toes in snow and slush..not nice..
Thanks Denise..good to see you..
It is cold Annell..the snow is slush and slippery...I hope little kittens only dream about mice and catching their tails..thank you..
Jae
I look in a mirror only when I comb my hair; otherwise I keep my own mental picture of myself! Hopefully you will find a pleasant surprise in the bag. Dig DEEP into it. As the best treasures are below the surface.
Thank you Mary..I will plunder the treasure bag..Jae ;)
Reminds me as a kid we'd get thruppeny (3 penny) Jamboree bags, each had a few sweets, and one tiny plastic toy, and, you never knew what you were going to get because the bags were sealed and not see through.
Gosh, I feel old now.
What a lovely mixed bag from you Jae.
Some sad, rough, gentle, cold!
Seems most of Europe is under the cold grip right now. I'm more used to it now living in Atlantic Canada. Never thought I would get used to it though. -10 today and we just had a rough snow storm to dig out from.
Stay warm. Keep writing.
What a wonderful grab-bag of surprises! Mirrors are such tricky things. The image my eyes see in my mirror aren't me, anymore, now that I'm ninety years old. I think they are my grandmother perhaps...
perfect pitch for a scared girl
shaking her own bones, smiling through the tears in her eyes.
you are amazing.
Thank you DayDreamer..I remember those bags at parties too! Soft sweets..hard plastic toys..I can't imagine -10..although have done a winter in Cleveland, OH..where it actually hurt to breathe (and not just in the poetic sense) keep your waggles warm x
They are indeed Granny Smith..ninety is such a fine age..it made me think of how it must feel to look in the mirror ..you look gorgeous!..thank you..
Thank you Shauna..as are you..
Jae
There is much necessity in holding on to that bag, I'm so glad that you are there. It may be empty or ugly but it is you who, ultimately, casts the die and determines what lives inside.
I love that you "love it".
You are lovely inside.
Thank you Archna..not all sugar and spice..you are right..how we use the 'bag' is in our hands..Jae
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