Reflections

[mysteriouza]

It was an image
Of a younger girl
That you held in your head
As she entered the room
A child who had smiled
Held your hand
And found no fault
Uncritical, unquestioning
A child who had accepted
What you did to her
As something that was almost love
That person is now lost
Somewhere beyond
Or just behind your mind
The corners of your mouth twitched
And your forward-facing eyes
Seemed to stare back
Into your head, searching
Then you frowned as if you could
By creasing your brow
Have somehow channeled the image
Into the room to come alive
And take her place
The brutal knowledge
That you forced on her
Has grown to a deeper wisdom
And a new brusing, dark
Accusing child, has replaced the one
That you had nurtured in you head
And it is an image that
You will never have to search for.