The mirror of reality In a world unknown to most, There is a girl I see. At home she lives with her Papa, Gazing at her mirror daily. A precious object it truly is, For when she peers within... The mirror lights up with fire and souls Peaceful, angelic and mean. Every day she watches close: Monsters, darkness and dreams. Scared, she perseveres hoping Not all is as it seems. One day a friend at school she knows Embraces her and smiles. Cheerful the girl goes home and stares, The mirror is shadowed and white. Soon after at school, a boy who's nice Gives her a thorny rose. Blushing she rushes home to look And sees a volcano flow. Time goes by, she loses heart, Feeling sad and all alone. The mirror's there, she wonders why... Why did Dad bring it home? On a day like other days, At school there's someone new. His face disfigured, "How strange he walks!" Many bullies he has, friends few. She stands up for him and shares her lunch, He's not only lame, but poor. Out of pure love, he kisses her hand. Her eyes open like never before. She goes home expecting pain, Yet the reflection is clear and bright. What she sees is all we know. She touches the glass of night... And finds herself. * This poem is copyrighted to DrivEthermissIon. It may not be reproduced.