what does it mean to have someone hold up to the mirror to you?
who is that person I see, staring back at me?
he holds the hand mirror to me, Sarah see this is you
I look again, mirror in hand it is
me, the mirror breaks sometimes so I glue the shards together
somebody know me too well
the reflection has scars so I wait a few weeks until I see no more traces
shades of gray everywhere, do I like what I see?
my biases, anxieties manifested
witty remarks and flushed cheeks
of bruised knees and accidental brushing off
my mirror, typically rose-tinted
not anymore, perhaps this is what having another person
is for? I am vulnerable
but safe to repair under forgiving, loving gaze
someone to force me to care
things my parents say but I do not listen
are the same things he tells me
I look back in the mirror okay
this is me, this is Sarah
and I am okay. I am enough.
Relevant song: Being Alive by Stephen Sondheim
Someone to crowd you with love
Someone to force you to care
Someone to make you come through
Who’ll always be there, as frightened as you
Of being alive
Being alive, being alive, being alive.
(Image taken using Pentax K1000, Kodak Colorplus 200)