I looked in a mirror today
and didn't recognize the person staring back.
I knew the curve of her face,
saw familiar freckles wandering across her nose,
and I wasn't surprised by the dark circles below deep set eyes.
Nor was I shocked by the eyebrows resembling hairy caterpillars
scrawled across her forehead.
But underneath all the worry lines and pimple scars-
the eyes making contact with my gaze
were dull
dead
Where did that spark go?
Where is the life and curiosity
that defined my smile
My attitude
My life
Where did the light go?
How did I let that escape me?
And where do I find it again?