Woman In The Mirror
A real dream experience.
How did I get here?
Where could I be?
I’m sitting on a couch
in a house consequently
I feel her presence next to me
I glance slowly, fear rising
Her face is black and twisted
Past recognizing
I’m afraid but
I can sense she’s in great need
The hairs on my body alert
I’m nervous
Suddenly we are both above
Up the stairs thereof
I can see her standing in the mirror
She begins to claw at her face
The pictures getting clearer
I stand at a distance
“Come out!” I want to scream
But the fear has kept me
On the line of least resistance
Who is this woman?
Why is she so troubled?
Something is deep inside
Evils she cannot hide
I’m awake
And I realize
That woman was me
About the Creator
Cheyenne Mercado
Secrets hidden behind a lock and key, suddenly his faithful love set me free.
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