A thin sheet of cold glass reflects that of my being which always goes unseen by only me.
My windows see their color for the first time in forever.
I note the fragments of light in them and the way they shine before shifting their gaze.The toll that life has on me always shines through here as more than just a feeling.
This is where that feeling takes on a being of its own.I take in each imperfection.
Each one becoming more prominent as I stand there,
But I know that they are apart of the masterpiece that is me.Curls of ebony cascade down beside my face like a waterfall.
I stare at each part of me on my darkest days with tears streaming down my face.I see me so broken here and I see the fear
I hold inside.
I see the part that says you can't do it,
And the part that says just one more day.I see the past, present, and future staring back at me.
This is the place where I realize I need myself the most.
This is where I show my pain before letting it wash away like rainwater after a storm.Then I turn away with a smile plastered there to hide it all away.
I laugh, but just underneath is pain and sorrow.
I smile, but tears are close to falling.I go back to the cool thin glass again.
This time I see the person everyone else sees.
I see the girl who lends a helping hand to anyone she can.I see the friend that will stand with you through thick and thin.
I see the pieces that are more important than a face.I see the person I am growing into day by day.
I see my present and my future before me,
And I know that at the end of the day,
The person I want to be will someday stare back at me.

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Words From My Soul
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