Megan Porter Poetry

Mirror, mirror

A binary star system—fates entertwined, we

Return to tomorrow

And

All our yesterdays

Fade grey. In all ways we avoid

The enemy within;

Without your soul orbiting mine, I become

The devil in the dark

The truth I suppress

is all for you.

Like impinged nerves, burning pain and numbness

have left me powerless.

The lies, the lies, a friendly foe,

a gentle fight to keep you comfortable.

There’s a world out there—

that much is true.

Accede the false control of

inescapable routine: I cannot stop leaning on crumbling pillars.

An empty cup will not spill;

that which does not grow,

cannot be ripped from the ground.

Wherever you need, that’s where I go

Whoever you need, that’s who I am

Whatever you need, that’s what I do

Dead until you need me alive again

A thousand hanging swords

suspended in the air

And I’m supposed to live

as if they are not there