There she stood,
Between the sorrows’ flood,
Trying to catch a breath,
Fighting for that last laughter before her death.
She looks behind,
Yet there’s no one for her to find,
And again she reaches with her hand,
Just not to drown inside the quicksand.
There she smiles,
Probably more than cries,
Was it fate indeed ?
Or was it just there to inflict the bleed ?
There she looked at mirrors around,
Oh god no! There it is again, that heavy cloud.
A crack inside the mirror she sees,
The light enters along with a sweet breeze.
“There she is” she whispered to herself, “here I am, fighting demons again”.
