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Reflection



Reflection

By Christine Diamond


I look at a flat shard of glass.

The image that reflects back at me

Moves with every move I make.


Is it really me?


I see two blue orbs

A boxy nose in the center

And two cream colored lips.

They hide secrets from me


I used to pick apart my face,

One blemish at a time.

The tension in my heart

Found its way through my hand,

Let loose through my fingertips,

Where my nails would claw away

At the tender wounds on my skin.


I realize now that there was inner turmoil bubbling out from inside.


I stopped.


How?


Each day I rewrote the menacing thoughts that ricocheted within me,

And allowed them to be seen.

They began to flow out of me.


A small drip, turned into a flood.

I cried, and cried and cried.

Until I began to love myself again.


Thank you, my reflection.

I look at you now with clear eyes.


This renewal is a process I will go through over and over again.


As my self love grows stronger

Looking in the mirror becomes

Beautiful.


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