Realization, questioning and the need for freedom


ILLUSION GLASS

Reality just hit
not with a scream,
but a silent tap
on the cold pane of my mind.

I met myself there,
paws to mirror,
eye to echo,
hoping the stillness would lie to me
sweetly.

The world outside
is too sharp, too loud
but here,
my reflection speaks in hushes,
in dreams soft as fur.

I know I cannot stay,
but I linger anyway,
hands pressed to the lie I need,
a gentle fiction
where I’m whole.

If this is illusion
then let it hold me,
because outside the glass,
everything
hurts.

*ILLUSIONGLASS*

Ogundu Christabel oluebube (Chrisie)



Poetry by Ogundu Christabel oluebube (Chrisie)
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Written on 2026-01-22 at 01:52

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
'on the cold pane of my mind.' I like the metaphors and the way you use language.
2026-01-29


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Cleverly written piece, this. I especially like the little touches like "paws to mirror" and "hands pressed to the lie I need". Though I can't help feeling compassion for the protagonist. It is sad.
Blessings, Allen
2026-01-22


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
I concur with Jim
ken d williams

Language: 5
Format: 5
Mood: 5
Overall: 5
2026-01-22


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully written, elegantly written. I appreciate the language and the sentiment very much.

Bookmarked (which means I'm saving it to read again, and think about again).

jim
2026-01-22