Reflections of my Mind

staring into the mirror
a blood spattered room
and a child holding
her decapitated doll

staring into her eyes
lighted by harshness
shining like silver coins
refusing iris lock

looking into this, my reflection
sorrow and grief dancing together
for lost childhood
hidden behind lined face crows feet

looking beyond the mirror
I see hope, a beautiful figure
faith in a gown of white
compassion as fragrance of kindness

beneath the wrinkles
lies honest beauty
graceful in thoughts
as always.