| The Mirror Looking deep into the mirror, While staring at my reflection, Visions of the past materialize into full view. Haunted by images of the past, The hairs on the back of my neck begin to rise, And I give a little shiver as I...remember. I'm back there...there in the past, Feelings and emotions long, long forgotten; Stir from somewhere deep inside. I can feel a scream beginning to quell, My heart beats faster, My eyes open wide with fear... Please, just let me run away and hide, I dont want to go through this again. I can't face this, not today...not ever! shaking myself back into reality, I'm relieved, but numb. For I know what I must do...it is time. I have to go back and face my past, Deal with these feelings and emotions, For they have been buried for far too long. I know it's going to be a rocky road to recovery, But taking it day by day, I know I will suceed... For I am a survivor! Tara Dalton 2003 |
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