Mirror, mirror on the wall

Her image is blurred by reality who struggles to reach the surface. Fine balance of alternative and imaginative is almost breached once again by turmoil in the real scene. I'm standing on the edge of a cracked mirror and I could easily choose to fall into either side. It's not a magic mirror. It's a real world. The chaotic wind of change push me, but I struggle not to let go a chance. Imagination and hope must be kept alive, no matter what. Doubt, another piece of you, joins my collection. I long to miss your eyes.