Mirror Mirror

Nothing can stop the pain
Not wood nor metal
Seven years bad luck
Blood flows like a river
Down my hand and on the floor
Yet the pain flows not
It is blocked trapped confined
Spirit is weak but is still willing
Looking for a healthier way
And then the words surge forward
with the pain in tow
They take my punishment
They absorb my aggression
The blood does not fall
It returns to give life
Night becomes day
Dark becomes light
What others words have done to me
My own will set me free

by David Dorjan

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