Lets begin at the beginning

A shadow in my mirror
An image I cannot quite see,
Is this imagination
Or yet another part of me?
I look within and I begin
To truly understand,
Both gains and losses
Have been by my own hand.
Yet still I do not knowThis image that I see.
A woman child lost and alone
Who's gazing back at me,
And in her eyes,
Those silent cries
As she rails at her fate.
She has no voice to speak of hungers
That nothing seems to sate.
She cannot leave her lonely glass,
Instead must stand inside
And watch the world pass.
If I should break the icy pane,
Shall my efforts her freedom gain?
Or will she be forever lost to me
In my attempt to set her free?

Keo R. Gathman