Alone In Reflection

by Natasha Head
(Stewiacke, NS, Canada)

Thru the Looking Glass

See this scar below my cheek

See the bruise fast fading

It tells the story of morals weak

And of teardrops cascading

See this bump upon my arm

And where the welt is red

The result of morals harmed

Of a hunger gone unfed

See this heart, it's here inside

Beyond my soul's reflection

It's where lonliness and horrors hide

Beyond my mind's conception

See this prayer I used to pray,

The ink it still feels fresh

To a god I once heard say

It pays to do your best.

Look in my eyes to see what's viewed

Beyond this incantation

In quietness and light subdued

Alone, in self-reflection.