I am a queen
People may see you differently than what you think of yourself
In the mirror
there is a pretty girl
Why
Is she looking at me?
A reflection they say.
What is that?
Me, that must be.
In the mirror
A queen is what I see.
That's me
Whose reflection that must be.
About the Creator
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Oh wow, this was extremely empowering! It worked so well both forwards and in reverse! Loved your poem!
I like how the poem and picture match perfectly, and your words bring it life nicely. The musing of the speaker on how they see themselves is a powerful message for people today- to find the positives, and they beauty in ourselves. Nice😊 Good luck in the challenge!
Beautiful! Good luck!