Looking in the mirror,
An image so frightening, it's me.
Brushing my hair, smiling at the world,
Someone's behind the pane of glass.
Moves, mimicked by a motion,
Mine exact, hers a second too late.
Mask before a broken frown,
Eyes swelling up, she's alone.
Tears building up, they won't fall,
Fogging up the image of the past.
Wiped away of what she knew,
Mind open to learn again.
Slate cleaned and furnished,
About to start over.
In the sense of me,
She can see a new beginning.
I will help; reach out my hand,
And assist in erasing the scars.
