One Saved, Two Created

A poem about love and purpose, refracted through a prism and reflected in a mirror.

Reflecting,
On the beauty of life’s prism,
Colours and shades,
Converged in love and purpose,
But shadowed by harm’s dark vignettes.

One life saved,
And two created,
And yet,
Disorientated,
By a mind’s eye,
That sees the grotesque reflections,
Of a cruel mirrored hall,
Each day survived,
Occasionally enjoyed.

Dopamine,
Serotonin,
Cortisol,
In constant flux,
Distorted by grotesque reflections,
An equilibrium,
Maintained and shifted,
By redeeming sleep,
Each day an integration,
Of biochemistry and synaptic potentials.

Unseen,
Poorly perceived,
Without honesty’s lens,
Its resolving power,
Shatters,
The mind’s dark edifice,
Built of deceit and doubt,
To reveal,
Not just one, but
Two lives saved,
By love and purpose.

James is a pseudonym for a local writer who, after a long hiatus, is exploring poetry again.

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