Just a Snow White thought…

And here I am

At this point

Where I ask myself 

Who am I

And I stare

In the mirror

And though

It’s not broken

Or even shattered, 

There are cracks. 

And amongst the 

Little broken

Pieces of glass

I see

Different parts of

Me

Staring back, 

Sometimes confused, 

Sometimes amazed, 

Mainly bewildered. 

And in the shadows, 

In the very

Corners of the mirror, 

The wooden edges 

Become

A forest

I get lost into 

Twisting

The essence

Of my life,

While half eaten 

Apples

Lay rotting

In possibly

A sort of poison.

And I wonder 

Whether it’s a 

Fairytale

Or a jungle

What I’m living,

And whether

I can hear

Drums beating

Or it’s just 

My heart 

Waiting

To explode. 

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