I let it happen
I am a wraith
flitting through the empty rooms of my life
The face that peeks at me in passing mirrors
I do not dwell on it
Sometimes I recognize her
The woman looking back at me
But she is not who I remember she is supposed to be
There is a well of dull light within the reflection’s eyes
It echoes the deep anger, hate, resentment, and humiliation
that are a coiled ball of darkness within me
Sometimes that is the only way I recognize myself
I have always said that my eyes were my best feature
But there is the old determination and defiance behind it all
It is what drives my daily staring contests with myself
It is what drives me to understand her – the woman in the mirror
reconcile with her
the free spirit still slumbering inside me
