Through the Looking Glass
Through the looking glass
stands a female.
Not yet a woman,
but no longer a girl.
Through the looking glass
emotions set sail.
A smile that hides pain,
but still greets the world.
Through the looking glass
her fingers leave a trail.
Cascading down like rain,
hitting the bottom of a curl.
Through the looking glass
it shares her tale.
A struggle it contains,
the transformation of a pearl.
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