The candle in the mirror

The candle in the mirror

The candle flickers in the mirror
Soul captured in the glassy image
Marauding wind blowing on it's fragile
Structure, left, right,forcing to behave his way

The soul,butterfly escaping net
Lost orientation under mounting aggression
Ill-fated Marylin burnt in equaling mien
After so many bids to find herself

I am trying too,attempting to unravel
My unkempt hair, messed by the wind
The soul pieces, the peas fallen on the floor
The slow process of the healing bouncing ahead
With new augmentation,invigorated by the Love