she stands there,
on her two feet,
with eyes not wanting to stare,
too scared of what she might greet,
she is nothing but despair
for her own reflection is a threat,
that fenced herself from the inside,
besieged what is great,
yet, she is a self , resisting the tide.
so she gazed,
into the mirror,
and her eyes,blazed
her heart begins to whisper,
"she is to feel blessed"
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