Mirror repeats night

Avoiding the mirror,
the ritual repeats:
she drapes it with linen every night
while the magpies sing.
She doesn’t want to see her broken
self. She shuns her body.

The same body
that once seduced the mirror,
back when nothing was broken.
But cruel time repeats,
the days add up and soon there is nothing to sing
about. Bodies fade like curtains; they fade like the night.

She hides away in bed at night;
fat layers of feathers stifle her body
so it can no longer sing.
She has failed to mirror
the love she gives back at herself. Self-loathing repeats
and amplifies until she feels broken.

Her soul, it is broken,
needs elevating on pillows. It throbs in the night
while the pulse in her veins repeats
the pain. Heat swells in her body,
her mind a cool mirror
that refuses to sing.

She remembers that once she used to sing:
her voice like a choirboy’s, not at all broken.
Peals of notes like a clean silver mirror,
like the Queen of The Night.
Full voice an expression of full body;
the soul, while speaking, always repeats.

The breath of her body, it always repeats.
Wide-bellow-lungs power her to sing,
to sound her live body.
But when she is broken
comes a terror like the night,
and her voice cannot act as mirror

to her soul, which repeats back instead how much she is broken.
To sing once again, she must surrender to the night
of her body and unveil the mirror.

12 comments

  1. braveandrecklessblog · October 15, 2018

    Reblogged this on Whisper and the Roar and commented:
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    • FeministConfessional · October 16, 2018

      Thank you! 😊

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  2. Megha's World · October 16, 2018

    This is so poignant. How the shame of being broken from inside prevents from facing ourselves.I loved your wordplay to describe the pain and the angst of going through the trauma. Well penned.

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    • FeministConfessional · October 16, 2018

      Thank you so much – shame is a major impediment to connecting, both with ourselves and others. I’m glad you liked it.

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      • Megha's World · October 16, 2018

        Yes you are right.We have to get over the shame to face our fears head on.

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  3. marilynreabeyer · October 16, 2018

    Beautiful, painful and true.

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    • FeministConfessional · October 16, 2018

      Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it.

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  4. Private Bad Thoughts · October 16, 2018

    Ah, a Whisper and the Roar woman-I was just making sure.
    This is an unbelievable piece of writing. Unique, would stand out among a thousand poems about the same subject-you really captured that loss of self love that gets stolen.
    Thank you for sharing

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    • FeministConfessional · October 16, 2018

      Wow, thank you so much. Such amazing compliments. My partner encouraged me to try writing a sestina and this was my second attempt. I really enjoyed conjuring up the images and the repetitive structure of the sestina adds a sort of hypnotic melancholy to it I think.

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  5. FeministConfessional · September 13

    Reblogged this on Feminist Confessional and commented:

    Mirror repeats night. A sestina about self, body, and self-expression.

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