Who is this person looking
through the mirror?
I do not know them,
but they seem familiar.

I would like to know
this person.
I can see the hurt
and the shame in their eyes.

I want to hold them.
To let them know
that I’ll be right there.

I’ll be there to watch
them grow, blossom,
and bloom.
I’ll be there to love,
to care, and to listen.

I look deeper into
the persons eyes
Then I realize..
They are.. ME.

I breathe deep and slowly exhale.

This person is a
stranger to me,
but I must stick by them.

I suddenly am overwhelmed
with all of the hurt and wreckage
this stranger has caused.

All living breathing things
deserve to heal, to grow,
to be better and to love themselves.

This person deserves
a chance at life.

I believe I can pull them out.
They seem to think that
they are stuck in the mirror.

I need them to take my hand.

I need them to see their worth.

They are needed.
They are loved.
They are heard.