( I wrote this when I was 16 so the structure and scheme are very simple and predictable. Hopefully it seems I've improved :) )



In a realm of laughter and the brightest of smiles
Lies the candid mortal, playfully teasing a small child
The carnival jester provoked bubbly laughter within the small boy
Struck by the pure innocence resonated by every young joy
She was, in all eyes, the giver of laughs behind a plastered smile
Living in a vibrant looking chamber of hysterics, all the while
    
Adored by all circus hands, and the audience short lived
She gave all she had; with none to give

She walked the daylight in applause and redundant cheer
The circus tents full of elated families; all that she held dear

Come nightfall she found herself a solitary fool
Bitterly weeping to the floor
Abandoned, and longing the joy she gave to many
Yet feeling nothing anymore

  She wandered the halls of twisted mirrors; her shame-born and sacred place
   Each crippling her reflection enough to conceal her solemn, color adorned face
   
She fell to her knees holding her face in her hands
Speaking to no one, except the fun house mirrors
She began to plead...
Caressing the tears that began to seep through her hands
She rose with bitter rage; her fists cascaded wildly through the mirrors...
She began to bleed...

She held the broken shards
whispering secret syllables of loneliness and regret
Hissing as she redrew the swollen scars
she was just the dancing fool soon a memory to
forget

Not aware of another presence, she shuttered at the touch of a tiny hand on her own
Ashamed, she met with the eyes of a young girl; also alone
The innocent face bore the slightest, yet sweetest of a smile
Long golden curls, and tender green eyes;
Indeed, a beautiful child

The little darling cast her innocent eyes towards the crimson marks
She traced her tiny fingers along the pennant body art
Her sweet smile fell asudden to a solemn quiver, naive tears widened her eyes
And as she touched each red river, the little angel began to cry

Feeling completely disgusted with herself, the broken woman touched the fragile face
At a loss for words, all she thought to do was hug the child; an empty embrace
   
The child withdrew from the crimson laced arms, whirling with confusion and fear
The guilt ridden woman attempted to stay the child, " Run not my dear"
The child remained adistant, she remarked innocently, "I never seen a clown so sad before"
Dumbfounded by the sudden words, she replied, " Let not the colors mislead: I feel nothing anymore"
The child tilted her head in question, "If you feel nothing then why do you cry?"
The woman gave a slight, amused smile, " Darling, love your innocence while it is still alive,
Once it is lost, our vision of beauty and goodness is tainted, and with that we all die"
  
Still not satisfied, the child persisted, " What is it I’m supposed to love; what is it that lives and then is lost?
Things that are beautiful can’t be ugly, and what is it that dies?" She demanded, arms crossed.

Growing frustrated the woman disregarded the child's words
Still the little imp trotted around her, like a little bird
  
" Where are your parents child, where is your home?"
  The child smirked, " Not far, I live alone"
  " Child, I‘ve no patience for lies"
 " But its the truth!" she said with a sincere eyes

Without another word, the girl darted down the mirror hallway
The woman rose to her feet, persisting, as the child ran away

The fae-girl raced around the mirrors, screaming wildly and taunting,
Drawing nearer and nearer towards the tightrope entrance
Her echoing laughter, maddening, haunting,
Her pace now heightening: prepared to leap off the edge, entranced.


  The woman pleaded the girl to halt, however the child continued to rebel
  For the angel took the air, laughing blissfully, as she fell
   Screaming for the lost innocent; her heart tore
 …Yet the child vanished into a mirror, that had been lain across the floor

 Not believing her eyes, she wiped her tears
 Had she lost her sanity throughout the years?

 She sought down the stairs, approaching the mirror that possessed the child of golden hair
 She stood the mirror upright against the wall... and saw herself, completely bare
 Her face only bore her naked, fair skin, her body exposed
She detested what she saw, no longer painted in her circus clothes

Then she met with her emerald eyes


She had forgotten herself, as a young girl
Back when everything was beautiful in the world

Now no longer protected by blind faith in beautiful lies

Suddenly, the child took shape in the reflection...but of course, how could she not see...
In a breathe of disbelief, she whispered, ..... " My God...the child, is me "



                                                                       -Kelly Lynn Noll

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