The other girl
Through the mirror across the wall
Stands a girl
No one knows her name
Her hair as tangled and golden as hay
Her eyes shine like the moon
Her expressions timeless
She stared through the mirror through you to something else
A bookcase
A bookcase that seems to lean against a transparent shiny silvery wall
In which
Hundreds of books lay
One leaves
Another takes its spot
Like a never ending cycle
Down the forbidden hallway
You would have never known
If the route was not taken
The girl never saved
The bookcase never seen
Friendships lost
You would have never known
This poem is about:
My community
Our world