Ena Whiteraven

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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