Mirror, Mirror…

Mirror, Mirror…
The facet of my reflection is a blur.
A shadow emerges,
An imbalance of a lurking past—the darkness of my anguish.

Mirror, Mirror…
Ease this daily turmoil,
allow me to comprehend the origin of my worth—aide in the breakage of these chains.

Mirror, Mirror…
The blur has slowly begun to lift,
For I now behold the image of my wings with iridescent sheen.

Mirror, Mirror…
I am ready to shine through.

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