Look deep into my mirror this is what you’ll see,
This cheap and awful ugly thing looking back at thee.
I am the alter ego wanting to be set free,
Locked inside, forever this alternate reality.
But there in the corner is a tiny crack, and chip away forever if I must
I will bring you back
The mirror is a doorway where we can merge
No longer will we wake tired and on the verge
A lasting friendship is all we need
Hold hands to bring out the sunshine and fulfil our dreams
It’s not much to want good to come our way
But looking in the mirror you just don’t see
This beautiful girl a waiting patiently.
Dawn Chapman 4th October 2004.
I looked into the mirror this morning, and what did I see?
A beautiful girl looking back at me.
I have to look twice, to see that it’s me.
But the inner child cries still, it is not me.
I have to nurture her and coax her to stop crying,
Tell her to look again, for a third time she will see,
There really is a beautiful girl looking back at me.
Dawn Chapman 4st October 2004