I stare into the glass
and do not recognize
the one who looks back.
She is familiar and strange,
fragile and unyielding,
a map of scars
and unspoken truths.
I trace the lines of her face,
wondering where she ends
and I begin.
The reflection trembles
under my gaze,
and I remember:
identity is never whole,
but always enough.








Powerfully penned, CG. An excellent write with lots of layers my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian