A mirrored reflection holds the painful truth,
Blossoming beauty is not what I find.
My image has not changed much over time,
The years have not been kind.
Daily I struggle to ignore the reflection,
that boldly stares right back,
A constant reminder of all my flaws,
and everything else that I lack.
My skin is uneven, my hair is a mess
and my lips are much too big.
My sanctuary lies in a deep, dark hole,
that I long since started to dig.
However, I’m becoming weary of this,
while hiding from the mirror everyday.
It’s time to face the truth head on,
and view myself in a different way.
Slowly, I’m starting to realize,
God has blessed me far deeper than the eye.
For too long, I’d been kicking myself,
asking my reflection, “Why?”
But my reflection has answered me all along;
for the mirror reflects the truth.
I’ve been blessed with a beauty so profoundly deep,
and the woman in the mirror is proof.
By Sylvia Porter-Hall