My Reflection Poem by Priscilla Monroy

A Child crying into the mirror
Holding her hand to its reflection
Daddy I want my daddy
To almost a woman putting on makeup
With butterflies in her stomach
Can’t hardly wait to see a boy
Then a numb young women
Getting ready for loves greatest illusions
Unwittingly
Then a soon to be mother
Happy, glowing
My baby, my son, a chance to start again
to right wrongs
Years pass
Not knowing who this was
A facade
A shell almost
I can’t look
As tears run down
I reach my fists to the mirror
Change, Change, I cry
You are not me
This is not what I’m supposed to be
The mirror shatters into pieces
As it falls it cuts
Some leaving scars
I fall to the floor defeated
Sobbing, then I see my reflection
In the broken pieces on the floor
My reflection stayed in the pieces
I see the familiar pieces
The child, The numb young woman,
The mother,
Then I see
Unfamiliar pieces that
Are all apart of me
Then I notice in my hand
A sharp piece in my grip
Reflecting nothing
I somehow knew this
Was the most important piece
It was change, if I can find
The courage to start
And its here in these pieces
Of my mind, soul, and heart