The Woman In My Mirror

She finds herself living within circles

That never quite seem to close

Repeated circles placed as when

She was a child and penmanship

Was practiced by using circles that

Never quite connected

Page after page . . .

Of overlapped circles

Knowing that she has enabled the cause

And yet . . . .

Still feeling within her heart

That she could have not done differently

Doing and doing . . . .

To wonder if what she is doing

Is even seen at all

Days meet nights and nights meets days

And the circle to tomorrow

Starts over yet once again

One side of broken reflection, to

Go on to face the new day . . .

The other side praying

Not to loose the person

She has always been

A picture shared . . . . .

Began my journey to this write.

I guess I have not written for my

own therapy in a long time

Disrupted the life . . .

Sleeps safely the child

Sleeps safely the child . . .

Disrupted the life

Pages and pages of overlapping circles . . . .

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Girl In The Mirror