Woman in the Glass

Woman in the Glass

All the world’s her stage,

A stiff upper lip.

No one sees…

Scars etched on soul.

Through brave smiles,

And private tears.

Mirror turned inwards,

She’s tired of bravery,

And false love.

One’s who have greatest capacity to Give

Need turn to Receive.

But first she breaks

The Mirror

Frees woman in the glass.

(c) 2012 Amanda Wilson

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