You are just out of reach,
A beautiful dream,
A ideal I wish to hold tight.
I’ve seen what lies beyond the surface,
I’ve seen you fight,
That battle between heart and head.
I know you,
You know me,
We will find a way.
I find comfort when I see what I can become.
I find pain when I see what I have done.
I forgot I could decide and change my own fate.
A shard of me stares back through silver glass.
She whispers pretty little things,
echoes of dreams I once had.
She smiles without weight,
A far off look dances in her eyes,
As darkness shrowds mine.
But she’s me,
The me I once was and the me I could still be.
Mirror, mirror
Help me make her beautiful dream my reality.
~
Catherine Gunther 26.02.2018
