Unmasked Change

I look into cracked mirrors,
What do I see?
An apparition in front of me...
She's pale,
She's strong...
Everything I've always wanted to be.
Looking away,
I begin to cry.
How have I become wrapped up in the play that is my life?
This woman was broken,
Torn and abused.
How has she risen to height so unspoken?

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