Reflection

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I used to go to the mirror
to reconstruct my face
after I had done something
out of myself.
I’d always return to the mirror
to paint inside the frame
with brushes I did not own.


When I return to the mirror
I don't bother with brushes,
I've found something better.
I shake the pieces
all over the place.
Everywhere,
so the light can bounce all over me.
Thousands of pieces of broken
create rainbows all over the room.

 
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Natasha has recently completed her degree in English and is staring into the future with a mix of apprehension and excitement. Writing poetry is an escape and challenge for her, she enjoys looking at a jumble of words in her diary and thinking “what can I make out of this?”- the process helps her organise her own thoughts (she’s a terrible overthinker), and she has often found clarity and comfort in poems. She has poetry published in Ta Voix and also loves working with audio, she is currently co-producing a sci-fi audio drama.

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