Beyond the Blurred Image 

Mirror, Mirror on the wall

Who am I supposed to 

See before me

The mother with no children 

The fairytale with no prince

A glimpse of love

Never able to catch
A treasure box filled

With hushed secrets, gentle rhythms 

And the rain of yesterday 

Beyond the blurred image

Of my reflection 
A shadowy kaleidoscope 

A glimpse into my soul

Moments fading into 

Forgotten memories 

Images caught and frozen
Mirror, Mirror on the wall

Grinning laughter, sarcasm and wit

So cliche, so foolish

Don’t give pathetic excuses 

Don’t blame whims of fate

Take sour merriment in forgetting 
Close your eyes

I will sing for you

One more time

A lullaby of fairytales and truths

A tale of dreams and bittersweet lies

Make you believe one more time

A dreamer, a fantasy filled sleeper

A poet in disguise 

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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