My Reflection Poem by Lesa MRK

I gaze into the mirror,
To see a woman reflected there.
She looks back into my eyes...
Who is she;
Is it really me,
I see in her beautiful stare?

This woman is full of joy,
Happy, hopeful, and free.
She may have known times of sorrow,
Yet those moments do not gaze back at me.

And do I hear her laughter,
As she turns to embrace her child?
It's not her that cries at night,
For dreams lost or running wild.

She doesn't have dark circles,
Nor does she look old and weary.
Her beauty abounds like a rainbow,
Aglow, speading joy to many.

No, she can't be me...
For in the mirror, slowly emerging I now see,
It is ME - the real me,
The one the world has forgotten.

I close my eyes, and look away,
Wishful thinking; she fades away,
Leaving ME standing in her place,
That empty forever-smile upon my face.