If I were 5

In a world of my

own making, I 

stand before the mirror mesmerized

Me: age 5

transfixed by my own face

and blissfully ignorant

of my bloated belly, shaking 

narrow, boyish hips 

that will one day become 

the fabulous curves
I'm ashamed to flaunt, the
foundation of a

woman's body I can't seem
to face in
the mirror, trapped in a

world of my own making

---

If I Were prompt on Poetry Jam

Blossoming

Every morning I prune and preen
in front of a mirror
that does not reflect the truth


Poetic Bloomings - Fruits of our labors

In the mirror

It's so much simpler to
see ourselves in
others' eyes than our own.


PAD #15 - profile poem

I saw it in the mirror

I saw it 

in my face, I could

not hide

the smile
you planted, a seed
that grew

from warm
regard deep in my
chest to

a full-fledged
blossoming thing splayed
across my cheeks.

Face to face

The mirror does not lie
does not reveal
my story

The lie does not reveal
does not mirror
my story

My story
does not mirror
does not reveal the lie

My story
does not reveal
does not lie in the mirror