Reflection
Tell me,
what do you see when
you look at me?
What do you think when you
hear me, read my words on the page?
I wonder. . .
how different that is
from what I know in my heart
when I look in the
mirror.
Expectations.
Reflections.
Broken reality
and silky denial shredded-
scattered gently across
the marble.
A small,
doll-like girl
with lips seemingly sewn shut
and hands folded
in silent observation.
Is that what
you see?
Let me tell you this;
I'm not quite what you
think.
A soul made
of liquid silver
and sea foam
can be harder than any steel.
Even a girl can
grip a sword if she tries,
so go on,
underestimate me.
It's okay,
I don't mind.
You can't possibly
understand what lies beneath
my skin.
Chaotic disconnect.
It's alright, really.
Sink bare feet into soft sand,
breath in the salty air
as thoughtful waves lap against
fingertips.
I'll never stop trying
to improve.
Strength,
kindness,
determination,
creativity,
and persistence.
A walking contradiction.
Even if my reflection is
a liar,
I'll smile
because I at least
know the truth.
I'll continue to be me
and maybe one day
you'll see
it too.
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