I’m standing in a room alone. It’s dark, foggy, shadowy and gray. Before me, a mirror stands singularly. It’s the centerpiece of the room. It’s as if my presence there is more triviality than importance. Everything revolves around this monument of reflective glass. It haunts me. Though it has no voice, I can almost hear … Continue reading Behind the Broken Glass
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Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
Deep within the mirror, reflected back the image of who I once thought I was. Something beyond the obvious stares back at me through eyes windowing the soul of the seeker. More than sharp features, high cheekbones and brown eyes, I am won; wholly purchased by the author of beauty who sees me lovely. Beyond … Continue reading Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
