AN: This story signifies who I was and where I want to be…enjoy

For so long...looking into the mirror

I saw only a reflection of an image,

a stranger looking back at me.

When looking into my eyes,

I saw only an emptiness, a void.

Beneath those eyes were many fears,

fears of pain,

fears of sorrow,

feelings of no hope.

How could I not know this face before me,

as I stood looking at the image in the mirror?

Where was this person that I used to be,

why couldn't I see?

Turning again looking into the mirror,

I saw my life,

one that had gone out

like a candle being extinguished.

All my pride,

my joy,

my hopes,

my desires,

my passion,

all was gone.

What reflected back from that mirror

was a stranger looking back at me.

Standing there feeling so alone,

lost and confused,

the fear set in, where was this person

I called ME?

Walking away from that image,

never wanting to look again,

my life continued on.

Over time I found myself looking in

that mirror again.

Yet this time when I looked,

what reflected back to me

was a face, my face,

my eyes filled with hope,

a burning love,

a pride of being me,

a passion for living.

No longer a darkness did I see,

for out of my eyes a light was shining,

a reflection of ME!

For you see

I was no longer a stranger

to Me!

Yet there still is that pain deep within,

that pain has taken on

a new meaning in my life.

Through the tears


countless hours of feeling alone,

those hours I screamed out and no one heard

slowly through that pain and confusion

emerged the real me.

It took all those disappointments and life hurts

to make me stop

and look at the real Me!

No longer am I just an image in a mirror

I am a reflection of my life,

those hurts,

those joys,

that hope,

that burning passion,

that endless love.

I see now the true image

the image of Me!

The tower was silent. The dark hooded figure rose from her bed and headed to the only place she was ever able to truly clear her head. Up.

The night was dark, dark and damp. Beneath her, the waves crashed into the shore. She sat on the edge of the roof just listening to the sounds of the night. Sometimes she wishes her thoughts could just be destroyed by crashing into huge rocks. The girl silently chuckled. For she knew that the feelings had to return to where they came from only when they were drawn back into the abyss they were much smaller and there was way more of them.

She sighed.

Figuring out ways that made smaller problems wouldn't help her. She looked up at the sky, at the stars. Oh how she wished she could be like them. Way above everyone else. Watching everyone/everything. However, the stars are so far apart from the other stars, they have to be lonely.

The hooded empathy then realized how alone she felt on the inside. She hated herself for it. She couldn't understand how she could be living in a tower with fabulous friends that do nothing other than be there for her, and she still felt lonely.

A light bulb clicked. She had finally gotten it. She finally understood why. She was different. It was plain and simple. She didn't deserve the life she lived. She was Raven no one liked raven but herself. She looked up at the stars with a new confidence.

She is Raven. She is different, and she wouldn't have it any other way.