The Mirror

As she looked,
images appeared.
Shadows of a night,
long ago.

A sad, frightened
little girl,
whimpered at the
anger that stared
back at her.

No mirror quite
the same.
No escape from
the darkness,
following her.

When she looked,
she was disgusted,
when she turned away,
she feared the evil
lurking in each room.

Flashbacks,
tormenting her,
clinging to her
very soul.

35 years later with
overwhelming strength,
the child broke free.
Stepping through the glass,
Surviving.

In tears, she peered
into the mirror,
seeing herself smile
for the very first time,
at the little girl,
starting back at her.

-Chris