TUNNEL VISION

        It was what she did

            most days...

                    sitting alone in front of the mirror
              
                    an opaque view staring back


        she would sit and think

what might have been

purplish pink sunrises came and went

children chattered and skipped on the way to school

cotton clouds floated by on a clear blue sky

                     and yet

        she would sit and think

 what might have been

golden orange leaves rustled in the trees

bright yellow flowers waved in the fields

                        but unaware

        she would sit and think

what might have been

glistening crystal snowflakes swirled through the sky

far away church bells echoed and chimed

                         all the while

          she kept careful eye on

what might have been

        But one morning, 

                    while she polished and admired her faithful companion 

in order to keep her view

just right

she momentarily lost her grip--and the mirror

 went crashing to the floor 

shattering into a thousand 

tiny pieces

        It was then that she noticed it...

                      a tiny opening through a crack in the wall that the 

            

                                mirror had hid for so many years

        Squinting from the brightness

                       she stumbled to the wall

                                 and began to tear away

                                 bits and pieces 

                

                                       of the hardened plaster

                    until at last

                             her eye pressing against the crumbling pieces

                                        she was able to

look through

perceive

realize

come to see

what could be

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