Her soul is golden and her heart is pure, <br />Blinded by her innocence, she cannot find the light, <br />The demon, she does not dare to fight, <br />She yells and screams but she is not heard, <br />The cries are muffled, every word, <br />She closes her eyes and begins to pray, <br />She knows the demon is gonna pay, <br />The demon is gone, the little girl gets up. <br />She looks at her refection, <br />At the bruises and cuts, <br />She looks at her face with teary eyes, <br />Then breaks the mirror and begins to cry, <br />She is broken, <br />as she walks toward the door she looks at the ground, <br />only to see what she has become… a shattered image.<br /><br />Ivana Mabry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-shattered-image/
