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.
Lorraine Lawrence

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