She saw a woman
with a pair of big brown eyes
something about her,
never seen before,
pulling everyone close yet
pushing them away
all at once.

Curiosity got
the better of her, so she approached
to examine the face a little more.

“How can you be so warm
and indifferent
at the same time?
How did you shed the old cloak
slip into this strange gossamer
right before our eyes?”

Something familiar flashed
in her big brown eyes
the voice calming and low
softly whispered,

“It takes a lot of practice
but you’ll get there-
it’s the need to survive.”

After a while she remembered
she had been talking
to her own reflection.


© annie scribes 2017
all rights reserved


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