Who is this woman looking back at me in the mirror?
Tired face repeating history Battered heart with shattered glass for the remains of her soul The past filled with plans on how to live Accustomed to having everything taken away Falling into the pattern for herself once free Now stealing only from herself Familiar surroundings becoming divergent Trying desperately to keep myself in this image of what was there It’s clear my surroundings won’t wait for me None of my seasons consistent with any of your temperatures How did I lose track again?











