 Image of Thee 
by Lorraine
Lawrence
Going through the dark and storms
of life.
Crying with sorrow as you
watch.
Hiding in
places,
Where you hope no one would
look.
Hoping to forget, what you have
seen.
You look into a
mirror.
And try to walk forward looking at
your image.
Yet remain standing before
it.
It’s image
distorted,
No shadow does it
cast.
Do you try to conquer this
distorted image of thee?
Or do you let it sink down into a
bottomless pit called Hell.
The more you look, at the image
the less you are free.
For you know the world and what
it’s to be.
07/30/98
Lorraine
Lawrence
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