She (Tritina)

Within this place, the eye forever makes the canvas where the poor reflected me can see beyond the mirror to the whole and wonder if the shadows are the whole or if the observation is what makes the conquest of the darkest sides of me reality. If poor reflected me can capture but a glimpse of what is whole, then truly, what a mirror that eye makes! and through it, I may find what makes me whole. Author's note - in my experimentation with form, I came across the tritina. This is my first attempt. If anyone has tried these or has any tips on how to make them not sound trite, boring, or 'obvious', I would love to hear from you!