reflection perception

how could it be?

her vision so distorted

to have round her shoulders

in shame

and hung her head heavy

in attempt to gain

invisibility

*

from behind I lifted her

delicate chin

and asked her to look

to the mirror again,

and I told her eyes

to see as I saw

the beauty before us,

so precious, so rare

*

with caution she looked

deeply into her eyes

as I explained that they sparkled

from a place authentic and wise,

and I revealed to her there

her own flawless skin

and how her beauty outside

was a mirror for within

*

I watched as tears fell

one after another,

as my love integrated

replacing the cruelty of her mother,

and together we banished

old poisons and fears

from so many who infected her

over previous years

*

although she couldn’t fully believe,

I spoke with a vibration of truth

she was forced to receive,

forced to listen, and to know

how I perceived her beauty,

her angelic glow,

and although she still

wore her shoulders rounded

in words of love

she was now surrounded