Poetry

Looking in

Fractured mirror

Picking up the pieces

Sharp, jagged tears.

 

Prick my finger

Breath intake,

Seeing my reflection

Twisted with pain.

 

Never see me and

Never touch me, un-

Less what split me can repair me,

Mirror, and face.

 

Looking in

Fractured mind,

Screaming to the echoes

Who laugh in reply.

 

See the blood

Grasp the shard;

Hold it fast and drive it

Into my heart.

 

Never see me and

Never touch me, un-

Less the world is changed, and with it,

Mirror, and mind.

…..

Ne irascaris, Domine,

Vir, femina, homo;

Nescio quid sum, Domine,

Ac dona me vivere ne timere.

Let me to live, let me exist, leave me a place on this earth!

Do not hate me for what I am,

For I know not what I am.

“Et in terra pax hominibus”–

Hominibus, hominibus–

Ad omnes homines,

Generibus non cure;

Am I not human born,

So why must I sojourn

In forgotten places,

Between all the spaces,

Hated if I my face show?

Ne irascaris, Domine–

Vos quoque, mundi caelique;

Sol et luna, sidera,

Ventus, undae, et aqua;

Omnes gentes undique–

Ne irascaris, videns me!