I look in the mirror
And what do I see?
A distorted reflection;
Image of a stranger
Staring back at me.
Who is this stranger?
It cannot be me.
It’s someone who’s learned
That life is a prison
She can never be free.
A clever mask covers
The feelings inside.
So that no one can touch her
No one can hurt her
She knows she must hide.
Only her eyes show the wisdom;
Sufferings of the past.
Only her soul understands
The yearning for peace
Freedom that will last.
Will she let anyone know her?
Can she trust you?
With the secrets of childhood
The cries of her youth.
She wishes she knew.
And maybe the child deep within her
Maybe then she can breathe.
Maybe then I can love her
And help her find peace.
Maybe then, she’ll be free.
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Beautiful piece. Really looking at ourselves can be extremely difficult. But, it is the only way to see ourselves for what we are and find freedom in that. As well as acceptance. And then others will be able to see us, too. Thank you for sharing 🙏🏽
Thanks!