Who is SHE? - The Poem - Dedicated to the Januarians!

Who is SHE? SHE is a distortion, astigmatism in the reflection of my soul. I grow weary of wrestling with this red headed harpy of self hate. SHE is a peevish spirit that must be exercised from the temple of my thoughts. I squander precious recourses, striving to evict this daemon in vain. SHE is a deft thief of joy, and a relentless tormentor. And the reason, I find no peace of mind or rest in the house of my heart. I don't seek to see her slain; yet must endure the sirens venhamous insults, and wounding wailings, And remember, instead, to repay my sister with loving kindness and mercy for SHE is my evil twin. Author April Mitchell-Edmonds SHE is a distortion, astigmatism in the reflection of my soul. I grow weary of wrestling with this red headed harpy of self hate. SHE is a peevish spirit that must be exercised from the temple of my thoughts. I squander precious recourses, striving to evict this daemon in vain. SHE is a deft thief of joy, and a relentless tormentor. And the reason, I find no peace of mind or rest in the house of my heart. I don't seek to see her slain; yet must endure the sirens venhamous insults, and wounding wailings, And remember, instead, to repay my sister with loving kindness and mercy for SHE is my evil twin. Author April Mitchell-Edmonds

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