If my reflection wasn’t me

If my reflection wasn’t me,

Would I judge her like I do,

Would I make her eyes run blue,

Would I berate her for what she can’t control,

The square jawline, the little mole.

If my reflection wasn’t me,

I’d give her encouragement not spite,

I’d not notice imperfections,

I’d be the friend she could turn to,

Laugh about it, then console her.

If my reflection wasn’t me,

Would I embrace all her mistakes,

Would I see her light, her strength, her fight,

Would I tolerate her doubts,

Let her scream and shout it out.

If my reflection wasn’t me,

I’d help her chase away the demons,

I’d tell her it’s ok to fail and fall,

I’d help her rise, smooth the scars,

Hold her tight until she felt alright.

If my reflection wasn’t me...

Problem is, we are me