STILLBORN

     

An unkind reflection
Yet truth be unkind
Mapping the woes
Where deep doubts 
Once dined
The mirror              
Does not hear
Silence
Steeped in tea 
Sipped all alone
Yet
There are three
A knowing 
Growing
Toxic
A fate sealed 
Stillborn 
A worn path 
Diverged
From a rose 
To a thorn

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