the Mirror
A woman gazes into a mirror at different phases of her life.
I gazed into the mirror As a child Pulling myself up to see Blond hair and brown eyes Mouth in a hesitant smile The only one I could tell how I felt Or remembered how life had been And promised how life could be. I looked into the mirror as a teenager I saw a moon face full of blemishes, discordant and sought to use it as a canvas To paint myself more acceptable eyes and mouth. No truth was available. I imagined a fantas...
