The mirror speaks to me in gestures kind and glances long
Self love that took four decades to learn
And the little girl inside of me sees me smile and hates me for it
She doesn't know the high cost of self worth
Although one day she might
When all the fireworks are gone
and the paparazzi leaves and she is left alone with herself
Where the facade of confidence and bluster
crumbles
and she knows
that she is the only one left to deal with herself
the partiers have all gone home
but she is certain that one of them
looked at her
and hated her for it.
For being her own
and reveling in it
I know what it feels like
To believe in the high of the crowd
In the exaltation, the exhilaration, of being ONE
Feeling a part
Belonging
Where everyone loves everyone
And then to be left alone
when only one who actually cares about you
is you
you have to pick up the pieces
move forward
and live alone
that little girl doesn't understand that, however
Although someday I hope she will
As she is a part of me
About the Creator
Melissa Eaves
I am an freelance writer. I love the written word and the poetry of my soul is expressed by mastery of it.
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Beautiful and relatable.