Mirror, mirror on the wall
who is the ugliest one of all?
I am.
For all the times
my mouth has released words
that should have remained caged
For the hours, days, months
when I wallowed, weakened,
lost myself
Drowned.
For the moments
when I can’t see or hear others
because I’m too absorbed with myself
For all the things
I still have not corrected
I am.
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Mirror, mirror on the wall
who is the most beautiful one of all?
I am.
For all the times
I have found the strength to smile
while my heart was breaking
For the hours, days, months
that I know I suffered
and survived
Swam.
For the moments
when I am not oblivious to the beauty in this world
Trees. Flowers. Birdsong.
For all the things
that I am and know I can be
I am.
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