Through the Looking Glass
Into the looking glass
I look,
Through the looking glass
a stranger stares back at me.
Not knowing the girl
living in the glass,
this Woman that I have become.
Peering at myself,
trying to recognize some attribute
that would mark this stranger as me.
Seeing nothing familar
Through the looking glass.
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