Reflection
That woman in the mirror....who is she?
I look into the chipped mirror,
And what do I see?
A strange woman
Looking back at me.
Her skin is mottled with scars,
Peppered with freckles.
Lip cherubic,
Barely any wrinkles.
Her eyes like Nature,
A blossom of greens and browns.
But her head is bowed,
Her spirit sullen and down.
Who is that woman in the mirror?
Her rounded cheeks?
The hinting of plush?
Is it her smile that draws me?
Lips soft and lush?
That woman is a stranger to me
Her bouncy hair that flips at the end.
The tiny scars along her temple,
More and more nicks on the mend.
Her skin a sallow hue,
Her face looking soft and blue.
Who is she?
This stranger in the mirror?
Why?
Why does she look like me?
Why does she have the same
Angel kisses?
Why does her mouth curve
With a sarcastic smile?
Her nose smooth and peppered?
Why?
Why is she me?
Why am I her?
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from Jennisea Redfield and writers in Poets and other communities.
Getting Warm
welcome The World Warmth To Feelings welcome the world's warmth to feelings Toasty fire on the wood stove with a loved one welcome the world's warmth to feelings Electric or super warm blanket with hot chocolate welcome the world's warmth to feelings Laying in a warm bed watching favorite movie welcome the world's warmth to feelings sweet talk or loving conversation definitely warm the soul welcome the world's warmth to feelings Nothing like a hot shower relax muscles and warms you up welcome the world's warmth to feelings Some soup or chili is the ticket welcome the world's warmth to feelings If you have to be outside layer it up Getting warm is the feeling of worlds gift and feeling the love from others By: Kelly Vedder
By Kelly Vedder3 days ago in Poets
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith4 days ago in Humor
Comments (1)
The way you capture that mix of recognition and estrangement in the mirror feels so honest and relatable.