The child in the mirror spoke
back to me, responding
to a question I’d forgotten;
he didn’t remember the answer
to the question I’d forgotten
and so we stared into the mirror,
realizing each victory contains
the seeds of defeat, and each defeat
contains the seeds of hope.
I looked to the sun, risen,
and understand the contradiction.
Over at dVerse Poets, the Saturday poetry prompt is about twins, or doubles, or two of a kind. Take a look and see what others write.
Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.