Reflection


It’s what I see looking back that scares me,
It’s what I don’t see that scares me.
Worth.
Am I enough?
Was I ever enough?

No.

I tried a new mirror today.
There it is, still there.
Sadness.
Staring back, tired eyes—
Broken promises, rolls of fat—

Anger.

I broke my new mirror today.
Behind it, a window.
Sunny.
It’s promising, a future of green and yellow.
Excitement surfing on the breeze.

Relief.

I am worthy of it all.

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It's personal, like most of my work that I'll be sharing. It's about seeking acceptance for myself from myself and looking forward.