Dark Mirror

Looking within the dark mirror that is my soul,
I am reminded of a dark well,
bottomless, infinite and eternal.
If I reach into the dark mirror,
will it be like water, or glass?
Pulling back from the cool surface,
I see ripples in the shape of my hand
dissolving into a reflection of my own face.

See also:
Embracing the Dark
Dark Mother

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