I stare at myself in a frosted mirror
Unable to recognize my image beyond the shape
Wondering who I am or who I am supposed to be
Why the image that I see does not match
The image that I see of myself in my head
No matter how hard I try
No matter how hard I squint or contort
I cannot make myself into that perfect image
That I long to see
So instead I replace the mirror
And I see looking back at me
Not a foggy shape
Not a clouded mistake
Not some perfect reflection of my dreams
Just
Me
About the Creator
Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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