Inner conflicts can redefine how things are seen. Or ..how they appear to be.
Will she be in the mirror today?
She hasn’t been.
Not for awhile
I loved her
Once
I think
Even liked her
some
But like all things not strong
She faded
Until I could not
would not
see her
At least I think
That’s not her
who looks back at me
Such pain in the eyes
Defeated and drawn
A stranger
I could not
Will not
get to know
The one in the mirror
has no hope
needs to fade
Needs to fade
like all things not strong
I never loved her
not once
I never liked her
not even once
I want the other
who was bright
shiny, hopweful
Others liked her
some
Even loved her
Once
And I thought
She was strong
Enough
And could not fade
Whisper off into the wind
Be gone and forgotten
even once
Not even once
Did I think
There was a chance
She might be gone
and not come back.
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