In Memory of Me

by Elizabeth Lyulkin

Where am I now?

A minute ago
my bathroom mirror
held a reflection of me --
I know 'cause I was there
a minute ago, now I am gone.
I don't know how, I don't know
why, but I am gone for good.

What is this place?

What am I doing here
In this hall of crooked mirrors
that hold no relections of human
shadows, a piece of glass
falls onto the ground and cracks,
yet not a single broken piece
holds a memory of me.

How come my shadow
holds no memories at all --
How come my memories
cast not a single shadow?

Elizabeth Lyulkin is a member of our Bipolar Disorder community, and originally posted this poem on our Forum.