the glass before me is a window,
a vision of a woman in my body,
she is beautiful, strong and healthy.
I watch her move with ease and grace,
an honest smile plays on her relaxed face. behind her eyes is another window,
into another hidden world.
one of bravery through adversity,
images of struggle and survival.
In the glass before me I am suddenly
aware,
the woman in the window is smiling at
me.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
the glass before me is a window,
a vision of a woman in my body,
she is beautiful, strong and healthy.
I watch her move with ease and grace,
an honest smile plays on her relaxed face. behind her eyes is another window,
into another hidden world.
one of bravery through adversity,
images of struggle and survival.
In the glass before me I am suddenly
aware,
the woman in the window is smiling at
me.
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