Mirror Me

Stepping out of a fresh hot shower

I erase a mirror’s steam

Revealing the reflection

Of a tender one

Who always dared to dream

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A little girl, only three of age

With wavy golden hair

Midway falling, chin and neck

Surprise eyes

Green brown smize

The intention in her stare

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She spoke a certain language

While giving curls a twirl

Self-talking with her best pal

Oft reciting

“Pretty girl, you pretty girl”

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Her innocence knew no shame

Comfort came instinctively

Shiny surfaces

Opened portals

To a makeshift naturally

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Within these realms, she would dance

A ballerina pose

Wearing chiffon pink

At one time blink

She owned her tippy toes

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Never doubting or self guessing

A princess in her prime

Now a forgotten kingdom

Unentertained

Abandoned over time

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Now this woman in the mirror

Seeks out her younger days

A little hand

Reaches out

From look-alike displays

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Hand-held, full-length, and wall mounts

Call out when she walks by

The child within

Needs her help

In silence, she hears her cry

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Solace is an easy game

When one takes away the rules

She once played

Without one ounce of effort

Relying on internal tools

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To reconnect with her truest self

And hug the lonely lass

She looks again

Reclaiming first person

It’s me in the looking glass

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As I stand here embracing her

The girl from yesterday

I understand

She was always near

Yet I chased her far away

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Holding hands; reunited

The cheval glass is clear

We step together

In spit and image

My shining moment, here

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Dancing partners, never to part

I spin her with a whirl

Together, stepping

Synchronized

I am that pretty girl