Smears, smudges hide my face
In the dusty reflections of the mirror
With shaking hands I can place
The nose, the hair, the eyes
But in a glimpse they're chased
From my tentative tries
To capture who I was before this.
I do not remember
Who I was
When the morning was young,
I saw myself as me.
My face was pure
My ego not yet high-strung
Who I was was all I could be,
A girl who liked reading
A young girl who loved gleaning from the texts of another's imagination
A smile from cheek to cheek
The mirror was clean in the early light
But the makeup brush was sleek
And sneaked it's way to my face
Soon darkened in the fading light
As the night of day assaulted who I was.
My makeup was pretty.
My makeup was beautiful.
But I forgot who I was. . . .
Who I am.
The smudges I now banish,
With a flourish of my hand
The smears vanish from my reflection
My worries of perfection flutter like sand
Being chipped away from the mask I donned
I am losing the night
In an array of sunshine so bright
Of what was
What forevermore will be