mirror reflects a cycle


this union was special
at least it was for me
like a mirror 
reflecting the flames 
burning my whole world down 
behind my full hair and big smile 
now the arrows people throw
don’t seem so targeted
pointed ends miss the parts of me 
they were intended to hit
the flames have died down 
ashes are on the ground 
behind my short hair and big smile 
new land with fertile soil
i’ve been planting seeds 
one by one 
impatient, but knowing it’ll all be okay
we are waiting for the spirits
may they whisper their native songs
so new growth comes in  
stronger and greener 
behind my full hair and big smile 
a new world has appeared 
ready to be burnt down again


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