Frosty

As I walked my daily path,
I came across a breadcrumb road.
Deciding it was worth my while,
I stopped to turn and slowed.

On either side there climbed some roses,
With blackened thorns, monstrous in size,
But through the trees, bare of leaves,
The sun shown brightly in my eyes.

I pulled my coat around me then,
For the path had grown quite small,
And listened to the dew drops splat
When, suddenly, I heard a child call.

"Follow me and my voice will lead you
Into the forgotten world long past,
And there we will confront her
Before she leaves at last."

Chilled to my core, I followed her,
For though I couldn't see, she sounded like me.
The thorns tore eagerly at my clothes,
And everything I thought to try to be.

I arrived at a placid mirror of age,
And as I looked, the reflection turned,
The glass shattered into my heart,
My vision blurred, my eyes burned.

The reflection returned, swollen,
And smiled through splintered fragments.
I reached forward and blood sprung forth,
And away she went with new commitments.

My heart was as the placid mirror,
And my life was empty of reflection.
So I turned and ran from the path long past,
For I had then faced the ultimate rejection.