I look into the mirror and I see my face. It is an ordinary face, it resembles my mother. I have similar shaped eyes and I inherited the flabby turkey neck of my grandmother. I see hazel green eyes like my grandfather and red hair from the Irish side of the family.
In the mirror I see the dark bags under my eyes and the laugh lines around my mouth. I see the tear streaks and the crows feet.
In the mirror I see me. I see what everyone else can see. In the mirror there is a stranger, sometimes I don’t recognize me. I see what I need to be because everyone sees me.
In the mirror there is an image covered in powder, blush, eye shadow and mascara. Putchy lips of red, smiling. Hiding behind the mask.
In the mirror I see me. The happy me, proud that I was able to get out of bed today with little pain. Hoping to be able to accomplish anything today.
In the mirror I see a wife, secure in a love that has withstood a lot of trials. A love that I can depend on to encourage me to dream. In the mirror I am beautiful to my love and he tells me this so I feel it.
In the mirror I see a mother, broken-hearted by her children because of my past mistakes. In the mirror I see a mother denied, no longer having a mother identity. In the mirror I see the empty place where there used to be full love and now I am angry.
In the mirror I see the aging me, the woman with wrinkles and freckles. Truly the age spots that darken the skin.
In the mirror I see into my eyes, praying that all can be mended including the look of aging in my face. Renewal of my soul deep within my eyes.
In the mirror there is me alone with quiet determination to live after so many times wanting to die. Leaving all the hurt and pain. The anger and disappointment.
In the mirror I see me the weirdo, the fun crazy gypsy wanting to fly on fairy wings. Dance in the rain and sing out loud.
In the Mirror I see ME!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lunatic Fringe Forever…………………..