I see the woman in my reflection, staring back looking for recognition.
We lock eyes through the mirror, studying each other's expression, wondering what each other is thinking
She matches my every move within my reflection, as I realize the connection.
I see the woman trapped within the mirror, waiting to be set free from her glass prison.
Like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, this woman needs to spread her wings unleashed from the womb.
I shatter the mirror along with my fear, freeing this woman from her glass cage.
I don't care what others say. This woman and I are one and the same.

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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.