Upon One's Reflection

This is my attempt to deal with manic depression through the sonnet form. They do say poetry is therapeutic.

Imagine, if you can, an innocent cat -

Its eyes sparkle against the light,

Its purity withholds its fierce might -

Against the mirror, he majestically sat.


He gazes avidly at this reflective glass,

Upon this image he does hiss and growl;

This strange relevation makes him scowl.

To love oneself is an impossible task.


Imagine, if you please, if this was real life

To meet another who reflects your image;

Your identical appears at every stage.

You would attack this double with a knife.


To meet your equal is something to rebuff -

Especially if this is a person whom you love.

The End

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