THE MIRROR

I've been going through some old things and ran across a few of my poems.  Many of them are lost.   I wouldn't say this one is well written, but hopefully it conveys something I experienced

The Mirror
 
Within her turmoil is raging...causing her to pace to and fro
Catching a glimpse of the mirror.....her pace begins to slow
She stops...then approaches the mirror..suprised at what is there
Who is this woman looking back at her.... this one with the tragic air

She looks at the woman wondering...from where has she come
The emotions she sees raging there....causes her to go numb
She moves closer to the mirror....leery of the stranger within
As she stands there staring at her... a bit of realization begins

The woman is dressed in a Victorian gown....looking soft and sensual in lace
But in her eyes she can see the pain....and there are tears upon her face
Looking deep within those eyes she can see fear is there as well
But whether it is fear of the past or future...that she cannot tell

Suddenly she turns from the mirror..unable to bare what the mirror has shown
Full realization has dawned upon her.... she knows now that the face is her own