Walking through the woods,
I stumbled upon my reflection.
I saw it laying motionless,
Just a little out of my reach.
It didn't look anyhting like me.
The creature seemed dead,
As far as I could tell.
She was beautiful,
Yet I was repulsed by her.
Two wings, I spotted, on her back;
One white, the other, black.
The feathered, tattered wings,
Made me shiver, as I came to realize,
They were colored with flesh and blood.
Poor little creature, I thought.
Suddenly she moved,
Rising from the dark green grass,
She wept, I saw.
Curiousity of her whole being,
Was what kept me from tears.
But fear was the feeling,
Keeping me still.
She smiled at me, I noticed.
And with broken wings she flew.
And with broken wings she fell.
I admired the sight.
This beautiful sight, as painful as it was.
And she rose and flew and fell again.
Broken, tattered and frayed.
She rose, and flew, and fell.
I rose, and flew, and fell.
Defeated once again.
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Submission Name: Creature of my mind
