In the heart of bare, a story does unfold,
Of a kind woman, my mom\'s friend, a spirit bold.
She held up a mirror, \'gainst my vulnerable state,
Guided me through the threshold, my identity to narrate.
A mirror, not just glass, but a magic portal,
In it, I glimpsed, my future, so mortal.
No longer just my reflection, but a vision pure,
The dawn of a day, my self-disclosure.
More than a visage, more than a trace,
I saw my strength, in humanity\'s embrace.
With the rising sun, a new power begun,
I felt the glow, as bright as the sun.
Not a mere shadow, not just a name,
I was an ocean, wild and untamed.
Aflame with purpose, with potential alight,
In myself, I discovered, a truth so right.
No longer a girl, an entity new,
In my nudity, to myself, I grew true.
Through the eyes of her, I saw my worth,
My journey started, my own rebirth.
She saw in me, a budding bloom,
Not just bare, but a spirit in whom,
Lies potential and strength, so vast,
And in her faith, my self I cast.
Remember today, this moment, this verse,
A reflection of self, in the universe.
For it\'s not just the mirror, but the eyes that see,
And in that truth, lies the power to be.
© Susie Stiles-Wolf