Through the looking-glass darkly

There are days I feel like Alice, staring in the looking-glass, climbing up on the mantle to try to see around the corner.

I push my face against the glass, hoping that I fall through to the other side, and things are different.

I pray for an escape. Some way to find a bit of joy again.

I miss laughing.

I miss having joy bubble up inside me.

I want a looking-glass to fall through.

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About doggonedmysteries

Agented Mystery Writer, Bull Terrier owner --we have two, Avid gardener.

Posted on November 22, 2016, in Misc and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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