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The Mirror

The Mirror
Kay Rice

She looked at me as if I were a stranger,
Unknowing my face, as if I were the danger.
I knew her when we both were like mice,
Perfectly, perfect and ever so nice.

Now she gasps, as if I mean her harm,
Slowly, she reaches out  for my arm.
Shaking, as if she is approached by a ghost,
Trying to find the girl she remembers the most.

Two girls, from a world now, so far away,
I chose to live, to run and she chose to stay.
Her aged hands reach out, crippled by strife,
Her eyes now dulled by her choice in life.

Obeying her vows came with such a high price,
Trying to be perfect and always so nice.
She looks into a face of what should have been,
Eyes mirror the dreams which could never begin.

A tear falls as we try to touch through the glass,
A life of chances, of dreams and hopes have passed.
I pull back, walk away, no longer can I bear,
the reflection of the girl who chose to stay there.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
KAY RICE

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Author:

I have always said that my poetry and short stories write themselves, I'm just the hand that holds the pen. Several of my poems have been published in local publications and in the 2011 World Poetry Movement book 'Stars in our Hearts'. Please enjoy the words, but do not steal them. I enjoy living and what life brings my way. My day job, I'm a geekgirl, a programmer. Coding is like using clues to solve a mystery to me. But, my happiness outside of the day job involves, cooking, baking, knitting, crocheting, writing, hiking, primitive skills. Yup, I come home and unplug. So there are many sides of me here. Enjoy.

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