I look in the mirror,
And this body,
This flesh,
This isn't me,
Not how I really look.
But it's a part of me.
I catch my own glance,
My eyes bright,
Closer to who I am
Than the rest of the observable me.
I close my eyes to imagine,
How I'd look,
If I looked like Me.
My creative side sparks to life,
I see colors and swirls,
Beauty and brightness.
But then practical Chava steps in,
"Don't forget the quiet,
The thoughtfulness,
The peace."
And the sparkling colors
Subside to a bluish grey.
From the back of my mind comes a laugh,
Cold and cruel.
"And don't forget me,
The pain that has shaped you,
From your first headache,
And your first real tear,
To the adult you've become.
I've formed you."
I open my eyes,
Before the darkness crashes in.
I open my eyes,
And see me.
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