Little Piece of Me

These feet, so sore with the brilliance of its travels.
Hands numb and calloused from the pushing forward through the casaulties of regretful decisions.
The mirror tells me to look deeper, to the truth far beneath the surface I have created.
My face, the reflection of what I think people want to see, yet I haven't lost myself.
The silence has created a kind of pushing away burial of the proper emotions, But the mirror tells me to wear my smile today.
Tomorrow has promise, and I've promised to continue the journey through the looking glass.