Past the point
Of no return
She frantically searched
The looking glass
Seeing visions and images
That weren’t really there
A multitude of words
Being backwards truths
Wondering always
If anyone knew
Or even cared
How she really felt
She dropped the looking glass
Shattering to the ground
Catching sight of Alice
The chase was on
Decidedly she followed
Into the last rabbit hole
Meeting up at last
Midnight long since passed
She took a deep breath
Gathering courage to ask
Alice paused
Head hung regretfully
Heart filled with absolute sorrow
Then answered honestly
I just don’t know…
©2011 Jill Terry
Wordsmith Extraordinaire 