I create my box of mirrors
Protecting me from fears
And from those who want to harm me so
Stealing my light and my inner glow
Caring and compassionate I wish to be
Until there’s nothing left for me
Mending broken hearts
And picking up the shattered parts
Left empty once again
Nothing more that I can do
Who will love me too
When all is lost and nothing gained
Release, retreat, protect
And save it for another day
Safe and sound
Until peace is found
In my perfect box of mirrors
Thanks for reading
Ginger Moon
About the Creator
Ginger Moon
I am a new writer who loves fantasy romance of the naughty variety. My goal is to get better as a writer and bring you my passion and hopefully make a little money at what brings me joy. I appreciate the love.
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