A reflection stares across in disgust
separating reality from her delusions
beckoning for attention, even seduction
its weight too vast for her youth.
Her sinews grow taught
from the strain her fears encumber
a burden too somber
for one of so few years.
A line has appeared above her brow
as subtle as a newly crafted wrinkle
within it lies the agony of her trials
growing deeper, aging her still.
With it comes solemnity
of which only her age belies
the truth encased in her own concern
eroding under her search for comfort.
How long must she continue?
Where is her drink of relief?
If only she could look past the reflection
beyond the lonely windowpane
something greater beckons her
if only the reflection would fade.
…if only for a moment
…if only for a chance
Something greater waits for her
crying for a name, for a place to reside
she hears it in the subtlety of the night
when the darkness washes over her.
But with the night comes another day
and no relief is had
her reflection’s disdain, harsh like the noon sun
veiling her heart, covering her value.
One day she will see
and she will know it was all for nothing
for the reflection is only a mimic
destroying that which she most desires
…worth
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