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Nov 2014
Yes, I did enter
Willingly
Knowing myself
To Be...
Magical Strong,
An Exotic
Till the reflections back
Became all I could see

Stretched
Squashed 
Pulled sideways
Lost within
The House of Mirrors

This Distortion
Became my Reality
Stopped seeing the Self
I once knew to be true
Only Cracks
Faults 
Seem to show thru

It came to be
I began to believe
Distorted reflections
Looking back at me
It came to be
This Maze of Mirrors
Had finally swallowed Me

Till the Moment I Emerged
Seduced by Sound
Drawn to the Light
Sunshine and Warmth
Told the truth
Of my Being
This Place
Where I Matter
Possess Purpose
Grace

Have decided Now
That I''ve made it back
Made it back and
Found my way
Have decided
Now
That I have made
it back
This is where
I Choose to Stay


Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
When we get lost, it seems so hopeless, till we change our View. Choose to look out the "Good" Window
Christi Michaels MoonFlower
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