Art by Lisa Asiata
There’s a woman in my mirror
And she looks a lot like me,
Though there’s lines around her eyes,
And her hair is wild and free.
She is plumper than myself,
And she is definitely grey.
Did I miss the day this happened
Has she always been this way?
And this woman in the mirror
Has an air of something calm,
Like a tide that’s going out,
And a beach that’s soft and warm.
She has seen the world in colour,
She has learned to know the truth.
There’s a wisdom in her wrinkles,
There’s a knowledge brought from youth.
And she seems to move more freely,
As though released from earthly binds.
Is she made of something lighter?
Perhaps the weight she left behind.
Like the press of expectation,
And the need to yield and bend.
I like this woman in the mirror,
She’s fast becoming my best friend.
I love this. The woman is see in the mirror is certainly a newer and different version of myself.
ReplyDeleteI looked in my mirror and realised I looked just like my mother!
ReplyDeleteI love this poem! So true! When I have to look in the mirror I see the women in my family who have passed on. My mom, grandmothers, my sister and aunts all looks g back at me. It's a trip. Then there are those times when I only see myself and still can't believe its me in that mirror.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem. I am glad that the woman in the mirror is your best friend, and I hope many more of us will one day feel the same way. When we are at peace with ourselves, it becomes much easier to make friends, open our hearts, and connect with others. A charming poem with a deeper message behind it. Thank you for sharing it with us.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes. And that last bit is increasingly true as I get older and kinder to myself than I have ever been. Thank you. xx
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