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MIRROR MIRROR...

Does it all boil down to that
A simple, basic need.
All the ramblings, all that pain
Quest, yearning
Does it boil down to, just that?

What then do I see
When I hold up a mirror
Or it is held up to me
By another

 Does the reflection show
As I have always known myself to be
Or do I glimpse what he can
What he says, is so clear

If it is so crystal to him
Why then do the curtains sway
And hide and cloak
That reality from me I say

And if reality it be
Am I that woman there that this world sees
That pitiful hungry soul
To be gently sneered at so

Or do I stand tall and proud
Firm in my belief
Sure of my quest
Confident of my triumph...
Oh, does it all just boil down to simply that?

~Glowing Embers~