Masterpiece
She lays in her bed...wondering...confused in love.
Every night before the moon drifts, she speaks to a man,
as she speaks, trying to figure out who this man is.
She talks in such a sweet voice, sweeter than honey
could ever become. She asks this mystical man the same
question every moonlight. "Will you help me find
my once in a lifetime knight?" She lays listening to
the sound of silence for days...waiting for an answer,
wondering if such a man everyone talks about is as
false as she sees herself. She dreams every night...but doesn't
encounter it, with the reality poisoning her head as she wakes.
Deemed that she was actually somewhere delicate...
somewhere beautiful. She stays arranged with confusion
of such enchantment ascending from her few'z.
With a blessing she takes as a curse.
She speculates if maybe...just maybe, she should look
at the mirror differently. She arises for the last time, broken,
and afraid. She walks towards the disintegrated mirror...
Looking at someone she doesn't recognize,
questioning herself in soliloquy, "who am I?", "what am I?"
"How am I?" Then bursting through the maze of the mirror,
a bright light shines, brighter then the blinding sun.
The little girl with her eyes covered with fear,
opens her lashes looking at the consolidate mirror
with an astonished smile and speaks.
"I have found myself, and as myself a masterpiece!"
Copyright © Abigail Mooney | Year Posted 2018
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