My mirror is cracked
my dignity broken, shattered.
Into millions of little pieces

"Am I beautiful?"
I ask in curiosity
I ask in doubt
I ask. Desperate.

I wear a mask
it covers my desperate
it covers my doubt
it covers my. Ugly.

The water falls
my face is old,
rugged.
I paint it brand new

dusk is here
I wipe away the remnants
I am like a tree;
natural, tall, free
yet I am like a fledgling;
scared, venerable, weak
day's out and

I. Can. Breathe.