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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