Reflection
That woman in the mirror....who is she?
I look into the chipped mirror,
And what do I see?
A strange woman
Looking back at me.
Her skin is mottled with scars,
Peppered with freckles.
Lip cherubic,
Barely any wrinkles.
Her eyes like Nature,
A blossom of greens and browns.
But her head is bowed,
Her spirit sullen and down.
Who is that woman in the mirror?
Her rounded cheeks?
The hinting of plush?
Is it her smile that draws me?
Lips soft and lush?
That woman is a stranger to me
Her bouncy hair that flips at the end.
The tiny scars along her temple,
More and more nicks on the mend.
Her skin a sallow hue,
Her face looking soft and blue.
Who is she?
This stranger in the mirror?
Why?
Why does she look like me?
Why does she have the same
Angel kisses?
Why does her mouth curve
With a sarcastic smile?
Her nose smooth and peppered?
Why?
Why is she me?
Why am I her?
About the Creator
Jennisea Standing Rock
I started writing because it was a good outlet for a lot of reasons. But I love writing. I love having others read my work. I love hearing feedback. Someday, I want to turn my work into a book.
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