Poetry

Looking in the Mirror

Looking in the mirror, I see a stranger.
She looks like me, she talks like me.
But she is not me.
She is a former version of me.
She is lies, hatred, brutality, fear.
Looking in the mirror, I see a former me.
Scared of her words.
Petrified by her actions.
Rejected by her own heart.
Imprisoned by her own body.
Looking in the mirror, I finally see me.
Mind open to possibilities.
Heart open to heartbreak.
Body open to pleasures.
Soul open to the Universe.
Looking in the mirror, I no longer judge me.
I see the heart that has healed from wounds long ago.
I see a mind ready to be excited by no boundaries.
I see a body accepting freedom
Looking in the mirror, I see the real me.

© 2013 Shelia Taylor
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