So many shows – I hear the audience applaud
Magic mirror, tell me what to do!
You can never satisfy it.
It only shows you the reflection
The image is reversed
Why have I stayed so long?
I thought I was healing – so self-righteous!
I thought I was a savior,
But all I did was wound
My heaven was my purgatory –
decked with deception and half-truths
And yet this set-up was Divine.
And now the jailor has a predicament
For my purpose is made clear to me,
and I am a woman on fire.
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Ena Whiteraven (a.k.a. Henry) uses elements of mystery and fantasy to inspire readers to seek truth and embrace imagination and creativity in an increasingly dark world. Some of her work has been featured online at The Poetry Bar and The Positivity Press. She also appears as a guest blogger on Spiritually Awkward Magazine / A Life Of Virtues.
In her spare time, she also enjoys reading, gardening, paper and nature crafting, learning new skills, and living the simple life. She’s also an active member of the private Facebook group Exploring Angels.
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Reblogged this on Superlative Deviation and commented:
Here’s one of my latest poems based on my recent realizations and reflection work, as well as the help I get from Alura. May it inspire you all.
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