Heart Of The Matter
Room Of Mirrors
Trapped,
Held captive,
In a room full of mirrors,
A dungeon, so dark,
Despairing,
Devoid of all warmth,
And true feeling,
My escape eludes me,
There is no noble Knight,
No Prince of poetic mayhem,
Only mirrors,
Distorted reflections,
Of a girl that once was….
I see the child there,
She stares through the glass,
My betrayal shines,
From her eyes,
There is fear in my heart …
And I turn away from her,
The young woman stands before me,
In love,
Blinded by trust,
And plagued by passion,
I see him there …
And …the truth,
Now, so patently clear,
He was her betrayer,
And she fled from his charms,
There is clarity of vision now,
I see the woman,
As she is,
Strong, vulnerable,
Yet captive still,
In a room full of mirrors,
In a dungeon dark,
And despairing ..
Linda Harnett, ©2006
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Room Of Mirrors
Room Of Mirrors
