Like my mirror,
who sees me
stripped of all the things
that I hide behind.
My eyes bare of the make up
that makes others see
me differently.

Like my mirror,
who sees my towel fall
as I get ready every morning.
My hair down my back
as I brush it wishing it was longer.

Like my mirror,
who sees me smile when you call
and cry when you tell me to
leave everything in the past.

Like my mirror,
who sees me sitting on my bed,
writing in the journal that
says your name
over and over again.

Like my mirror,
who sees my tired eyes
as I turn my light off at 3 a.m.
and cover myself with the blanket
you gave me.

Like my mirror,
who sees me laying there
thanking God
for the people who
love me back.
My hands folded together
asking Him to
give me the strength
to love who I see staring back at me.
To see my reflection,

Like my mirror.