Me in hte mirror

Sometimes, when I’m alone
And when I’m afraid, I stand
In front of my mirror and look at
This girl I see staring back at me.

Who is she?

(You ever notice how
Mirrors always show
What you realty look like?)

This girl I’m looking at,
She and I have never met.
She is covered in these
Scares, they adorn like
Ornaments.
Each scar, a different story.

They tell about a conflict
She was in that she survived
They tell about a temporary
Defeat and then, the strike.

These scars are her war wounds
They are her memories. They are her pride.
They adorn her face and body as proof
That life has taken its toll on her and
She has lived.

I look into this girls eyes
And I cry for her and at
The same time she
Sheds a tear for me.

I lift my hand to the mirror
And she does the same
I smile and through the pain
She smiles too.

As our hands linger
There, all time seems
To freeze and for a spilt
Second we are one.

We share the same pain
The same hurt, our night mares
Become one and we get through them
Together.

And then I realize,
I am her and she is me.