in shadows deep, she plays.
with dark dolls dressed in haunting ways.
she seeks his gaze, but he’s not there,
her heart a void, a silent prayer.
she mimics grace from those around,
yet emptiness is all she’s found.
in mirrored glass, her soul’s on show,
a hollow heart that yearns to glow.
but love’s not found in borrowed guise—
true beauty blooms when we are our own prize.
By Lisa Grisly Miller
