THE MIRROR

Distraught Woman'  by  Trish  1995

I passed a mirror in the hall, returned,
And stared into my face for a long time.
I said to my image, 'Right or wrong?, left or right?
That's when the other face, crept up over my right shoulder,
Then up over my left shoulder,
Hissed into my ears 'You are crazy, and always will be.'
The words dissolved in my blood, flowed in its life stream,
Pulsed day and night. Finally, it became my mantra.

The Chant
You're a crazy person,
Your a crazy person,
You're a crazy person .

You always will be ,
You always will be,
You always will be.

Sometimes my incantation was a loud chant,

'Dismal Honey'  by  Trish     1995

Sometimes it was soft, gentle, barely a whisper,
But it never varied in in its constancy,

It never left me alone.

Although I prayed it would.

One dream night, I heard a weird sort of cry, it cried out,
'You have to make your way,
Through the devotee spirits,
They have very poor eyesight,
But make up for the lack with exquisite hearing.'

Tushie   1994