running into the mirror
You keep chasing after him—
feet blistered on asphalt,
lungs bargaining with the night.
Every poster on your wall
whispers rebellion,
but the ink stains your palms
like unpaid rent.
The chorus of your friends
still believes in neon destiny,
yet the streetlight flickers,
reminding you:
dreams are not debit‑free.
You keep chasing after him—
but who is chasing you?
The clock, with its unkind grin.
The mirror, with its unedited glare.
The voice that says:
grow up, or be grown by circumstance.
And still you run,
half‑convinced the sprint itself
is proof of being present,
half‑terrified that the finish line
is nothing more than
a folded bill in someone else’s pocket.
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Excellent! Well written! Dynamic and engaging. Nice read, nice write.
Thanks so much, Katie. Glad it's engaging. Most appreciated🕊️🙏
This my friend is deeply existential. Each set of lines a thought all unified by a self search.
"but the ink stains your palms
like unpaid rent."
"dreams are not debit‑free."
"half‑terrified that the finish line
is nothing more than
a folded bill in someone else’s pocket."
All great lines pregnant with meaning. And to tie them all together is that need to understand oneself and defeat the rebellion for once know it is useless to fight against oneself. A fave
Just glad it wasn't too much meaning crammed into one place. Thanks for that much needed vote of confidence, Soren. 🕊️🙏
You are most welcome my friend
Good write A. Yep, this is probably exi-wotsit (existential) - if I knew what the word meant! lol.
Could very well be, O. We ask therefore we exist or summat! 🙏🏻🕊️
Rik, the chase, the mirror, the night… you weave them into a truth that’s both intimate and universal. The poem holds grit and vulnerability in the same breath. Strong work, dear friend!. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
It’s a wonder I didn’t get all tangled up. Thanks, my friend 🙏🏻🕊️
LOL! You are a master...that's how, my friend. Glad to know and be reading you...across the web. Just noticed you on Bluesky today, which I more recently joined myself. Anywho, You are weleome, my friend. Rock on!
Bluesky… mmm… sounds familiar. Send me the link just in case there’s a copycat about. I wanna make sure that it’s me on there🕊️🕊️
Fine words Rik, as long as we are still running life will be good.
Andy
And that we are. Thanks, Andy🙏🏻🕊️
this has so many underlying messages sent with deep feeling, awed by the outpouring...
Thank you safina, always appreciated 🕊️🙏🏻
you are most welcome, as always...
have a good weekend...
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