Back when she was just a little girl .
Smiling back innocently at herself
A rapidly changing, shifting world
Scared to be imperfect, she chose to withdraw
She backed away from the image, she knew that she saw
A fragile, terrified image. An easily broken little girl.
What the world could behold now was only this confused blur
No fine details to describe
No shape left of her to trace
Withdrawn into camouflage, no seek just hide
Just one more star fleck in space
A few years had passed and she had grown
What peered back at her was still unknown
Looking at herself, seeking her lost reflection
Certain she’d been hiding from this place
Decided that now it’s time for this correction
To adjust the focus on the blur, to find her face
A few more years had passed
She had grown once more
What peered back at her
Had become a bit more restored
No more concealing her identity true
To find the right masks that fit the crowd or master the new moves
In order to correct her blurred view
She must adjust the focus on herself to…
Find out what makes her real
Find out what makes her feel
She looks in the mirror today
She sees wrinkles and scars
Evidence that the little girl she thought would break
Had made it through more than just a few wars
The beauty is not in her face, but in what she can take.
The mirror doesn’t hold the importance it once did.
As it can’t see the remarkable internal mechanics of a kid.
I no longer look for my reflection in a flat surface called the mirror
But in the smiles on my children’s faces. I’ve never seen myself clearer.