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I saw it in the mirror
I saw it in my face.
And then embraced oblivion
My heart, it stopped its race.
So many fallen years
Of chasing ghosts around
Just bringing wells of tears
And fingers clawing ground.
Believe the loss of laughter
So cutting to my heart;
The edge of brilliant carver
Slicing souls apart.
Then, ripped out of the sphere
In cold and decent grace,
I saw it in the mirror,
I saw it in my face.
© 2011 Mariya Koleva
Prompted by Carry On Tuesday.
This is such a powerful write! It tears at the heart. Well done!!!
If you’d like to read my response to the prompt, it is at
http://got-2-write.blogspot.com/2011/03/reflection.html
G.K. – thanks a lot!