Mirror

For the first time in forever

I saw my reflection

With imperfections, when I was 1.

I remember touching the

Plane surface,

Smooth as ever,

Admiring the magic 

Of a plane mirror.

Five years later

I grew a little older,

Longer hair with colorful clips,

A dot on my forehead

And matching scrunchies,

The mystery of the girl

Looking back

From inside the mirror, gates continued.

Seasons changed,

So did I,

But there remained that

The thrill of looking at myself

All dressed up,

Looking cute, with a smile,

A few teeth missing

And cheeks as chubby

As can be, my yellow dress

Reached my knees,

I remember the strawberry print

On it, I still love

The way I looked that day;

Life became tough,

I started visiting the mirror 

A little more,

Crying to myself, 

Talking to myself

About the times I missed,

The girl cried with me...

The mirror between us

Wasn't a barrier,

Our souls were one.

Perspectives took

A mighty shift,

The view I had

On life wasn't pleasing enough.

The girl behind that

A thin sheath of glass was 

Growing with me,

Her imperfections matching mine.

The tiny dent on my left cheek,

Pimples lining

The start of my hairline. 

Eyes not shining bright,

I can't remember the last night

I slept with dry eyes,

She wore the same expression 

That I did, her lips darkening

Just like mine when 

I looked at her, weeping.

She didn't leave

Like the others,

But stayed as the pillar 

Of support that I 

Very much leaned on.

The extra tooth we both sport 

Is the only reason I smile.

The girl behind the 

Mystic mirror,

She still stands there,

Not as my shadow,

But as the true definition 

Of me... she is me.