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  • Evicted, torn from reality,
    she sits alone
    forever holding a mirror
    that rarely shows the truth.
    Instead, a reel of film
    winds its way out
    with pictures of the girl she was
    and the young woman she became.
    Her hand touches gray hair
    but instead she sees herself
    caressing blond curls.
    She rocks with a mechanical cadence
    and smiles at a child on a swing.

    Sometimes she comes back to what is real
    and sees a garden of flowers
    beyond her window’s sill.
    And once in a while she wakes
    with the moon looking down,
    remembering the pictures of children
    held by the man she’d loved.

    But always beside her is the mirror
    and that young girl staring back,
    full of tomorrow’s promises
    and the life she was meant to have.
    When that stark reality hits her,
    and she’s herself for a minute or more…she prays.
    She prays that when death comes,
    she’ll be herself again….once more.
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