I pass the mirror avoiding my reflection
afraid of what I’ll see
When I catch a glimpse, it’s not who I hoped it’d be
I stop here and there just to be my own critique
Pointing out the things I wish I could change
& wishing I was staring back at the woman I hoped to see.
See… One day.. I stopped and stared into my eyes and saw within that woman I’ve longed to be.
Silly me, critiquing this flawless being who stood right before me.
I start to look back and wonder…
Had I looked sooner, would she had loved me for me?
The neglect I fed her mind, body and spirit.
Would she be forgiving of my perception?
How spiteful I was being
this beautiful creation that stood before me.
She was always deserving of the things I wish I could be.
How couldn’t I see
She is a light with force
Who applies pressure in every situation she’s put in
The universe’s beautiful creation
Woman.