She is laid bare
For all to see
This creature that once
Was inside me.
No 5 o'clock shadow
Mars her face
The locks of hair
Her jawline grace.
Is this comely woman
In the mirror I see
Really my reality?
I'm lovely.
I'm me.
My image fits,
Resonating
Reality.
This woman outside
Was once trapped inside.
No wonder she clawed
Through the facade.
I fought this battle
To hold on...
Only to lose...
To win.
Is this really me
I see
My reality
Unfettered
Lovely
Me.
Lovely poem, and very meaningful to me.
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