The Mirror
Do I dare to look in the mirror?
To see the image reflected back at me?
Not expecting to see perfection,
more like a broken, empty shell.
Someone who danced with the devil
and was left broken hearted.
A chain,
locked around her heart.
Closed off,
it is her only defense.
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At a young age I lost the only person I truly had a connection with, this caused me to retreat within myself. I clung to Edgar Allen Poe. It is because of him and my connection to poetry that I am here today.
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