Room full of Mirrors

(written October 2022)

A room full of mirrors, reflections of me
Each line on my face traces back
to another place and time
when I was blind, unable to see the wickedness of words or deeds.
That person is no longer me, haunted by the past.
So I remove my mask and watch as the mirrors shatter.
These shards of glass are now all that remains of the ghosts of my memories.
Then I lock the door to this room full of mirrors and throw away the key.
The room full of mirrors has no part to play in my history, nor do the ghosts that once surrounded me.

Copyright © 2022 Maggie Watson
All rights reserved

Published by In the Shadow of my Pen

Indie Poet and Author✍️ of four collections of poetry. Chronic Fatigue Warrior💪 Volunteer, Solo Traveller✈️ and Yogi🙏. Spilling ink from my heart and Soul. My writing is real and raw, so if you are looking for a fairy tale you are on the wrong site!

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