Tell me what you see when you see me.
Do you see what you want to see?
Or do you see what is?
Look long and hard beyond the veil.
What you see is neither shadow nor reflection.
It’s alien to me.
It’s your misconstrued image of me.
It’s something I wish I could be
I see a lot when I look in the mirror:
potential. possibility. pain.
The pain of my past; indelible marks it left behind
The potential of this soul to rise above that pain
And the possibility of making so
Her hair flows down her back like a waterfall, it kisses her hips aggressively like how water hits rock, how rain slaps pavement and out of her belly flows rivers of possibilities. the possibility of beauty, of admiration and even though she feels like she’s hit rock bottom, out of her flows the possibility of perfection. #perfection #river #imagery #water #poetry #poem