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The Woman 
This laughing woman sits and cries
But you never see it in her eyes
Her sorrows are deep within her heart
Buried beneath red-hot sparks
If one of these should ever ignite
Would she cry? She just might
Some think they know her well
But don't know she's been through hell
All her suffering is deeply hid
Like Pandora's box - under the lid
If it were opened up tomorrow
She could let out all her sorrow
She seems like such a peaceful soul
Playing out her given role
Life comes in little bunches
But she just rolls with the punches
Is she happy? Is she sad?
A lot of things she could have had
Will this laughing woman cry-
And if she does - will she die?
©Brenda M Weber 2001
Freedom It's over the circle has been severed I finally cut the section that held the circle together I no longer have to live with the agony of being trapped within There's no more monotonous flow of sickening pain The pieces of that circle are like a shower curtain hanging on a clothes line in a wind storm The wind catches it and snaps it violently until there are hundreds of tiny pieces lying on the ground Jagged and ragged but free There are two sides to a circle inside and outside I was always inside smothering in a claustrophobic way screaming to get out I am no longer trapped there is no more circle holding me captive in a rubber room There is no more bouncing off for I am out and I am free Jagged and ragged but free! © Brenda M Weber 2001 Woman in Black A veil of black covers her face Looking out she tries to see What has turned this woman sour? Can this woman really be me? Her eyes are dark and sad Cheeks are stained with tears Her smile was gone long ago She used a fake one for years Her face before me in a mirror Not knowing the woman who's there She tries to find her eyes Looking back is a blank stare Her heart has turned to wood Love was lost long ago She thought she found it once But now she doesn't know Her guts have been ripped out By a force beyond her control Someone colored this woman black As she played a fantasy role Staring at the mirror before her Flashing across it is her life She's enjoyed being a mother But it's been hell being a wife Slowly she applies her make-up Her beauty a part of her game She asks herself who she is But on her lips a silent name The mirror cracks before her Just like her life has done Someone's been playing her game But the woman in black has won © Brenda M Weber 2001 Reflections of Me
The mirror in my heart
is a window to my soul
Look beyond what you see
a scar as black as coal
Many cracks and scratches
fingers searching - do I feel?
In touch with my emotions
is anything for real?
Nothing lasts forever
it's only in whispered dreams
Feelings beyond my essence
mirrors shatter from extremes
I'm held in dire captivity
a silent creature in chains
Lost track of all my loses
too blind to find my gains
Hypnotic senses fill me
I hunger for a need
My heart is crying gently
as it begins to bleed
Fill my soul with you
touch me - make me feel
Unlock the hidden secret
behind the mystic seal
Look into the mirror
open up my heart
I'm begging for the freedom
that will tear my world apart
© Brenda M Weber 2001
Shadows Dancing
Moonlight shimmers through the window
on the girl that does not sleep
Shadows dancing on the wall
reflections from the clouds that creep
From ghosts that only she can see
shadows dance amidst her dreams
They pursue her in the darkness
as she subdues her silent screams
Shadows dancing on the water
when stones are thrown into a pond
A faint-hearted princess makes a wish
while the fairy waves a magic wand
Running freely through a meadow
she can make her shadow dance
The comforting sun is at her shoulder
her carefree spirit is left to chance
Her image glistens in the mirror
with her beauty she enchants
Shadows flickering in soft lights- oh
the ethereal grace of SHADOW- dancing
© Brenda M Weber 2001
DISTORTED MIRROR 
Into the reflection
is the mirror of me
Shadows lurking, obscure
her eyes focus, don't see
An image like glass
clear and unbroken
Pain cutting deeply
by words left unspoken
Who is she?
Why is she here?
Hanging precariously
on the drop of a tear
She's been abducted
by a false sense of being
I look into her eyes
without really seeing
There is a ransom
hanging over her head
Is she sleeping and dreaming
or am I just dead?
Her femininity shattered
passion and romance were smashed
Others always came first
but the woman was last
Nowhere does she find
the truth of I am-
What will she do?
Where has she been?
Where is the me
that she wants to become?
Strapped to a Lyre
while someone else strums
A new sense of awareness
a hint of mystic
With unbridled feelings
I dangle the key
She's hand in hand
with serenity and calm
As the gift of knowing
is placed in her palm
I'm in control
as she opens the door
None will be slammed
don't look back anymore
Into the mirror
is the reflection of me
Face to face with a woman
with a choice to be free
©Brenda M Weber 2001
I have posted many of my poems at my Authors Den and have received some raving reviews. Here are some of them-
THE MISERY OF ME
Powerfully expressed -Robert
Very creative. Great expression of emotion. I love the way you end this. -Lori
THE SPIRIT OF THE WOLF
Well penned piece of work. Much enjoyed the imagery -Carol
CRYSTAL MAGIC
Wow, another great one. I love the magic in this -Debby
DESTINY
This is so real it is almost scary. Well said. Splendid -Andy
REFLECTIONS OF ME
This is the kind of poetry that gets my attention. Your rhyming and beat is perfect. A great read. -Susan
This is a wonderful piece, filled with a lot of emotion. -Tamara
I read a cry for understanding and change - anxious to burst out of you and hoping for a helping hand. The structure is well formed and flows easily to the reader. -Debby
DREAMCATCHER
Wonderful poetic execution. The reader is entrapped from the start. A pleasurable re-read. -Carolyn
The power of emotions in dreams bleeds over into the waking world and reveals their origin and intentions. Well written! -Robert
An exquisite poem. -Elga
DISTORTED MIRROR
Powerful and moving poem. Self truth can be painful but liberating. Thank you for allowing us to look into the mirror and see- you. -Anthony
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My poem has been included in the January 2005 Writer's Nook and Readers Corner - The 'Zine (Vol 1 No 3) along with a short bio. http://www.tavonreiman.net/wnrc0105/
Thanks T.A. and Michael
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