Shattered

A look in the mirror reflects a girl,A pretty young miss with golden locks and blue eyesthat froze time itself when they looked at you.A mademoiselle with crimson cheekscoats herself with pink and yellow to light upeven the darkest of days on a chilly autumn’s afternoon.She always has a helping hand and open arms for a fallen friend.she wears a heated smile to ignite a single flame;A shield for the burn from her reflection,ashes of the person she tried to be, lay sprawled on the floor.Every step taken, a leap towards a brighter light.A mirror’s pretty reflection hides the ugly truthof a stray girl, lost within her own body,within her own mind. She does not recognize the facethat stares back at her, She has nowhere to go,and no need to rush; So, she sits. Imprisoned by war, from a battle she can't winin the darkness of her shadow, she cries.