Mirror, Marina Aguinsky

Mirror

Mirror,

I feel...

Such a sense of comfort when I look at you

I wake up every day
and know I am in my own skin

That my hair is my hair

My eyes are my eyes

And my body is my body

I know when I  look at you too much

it can make me a little conceited

Too involved,

with the reflection staring back at me

But again,

you make me face the skin I live in

It’s unavoidable

You force upon me every imperfection

Unable to blur out the blemishes

However, you give me the opportunity to fall closer in love

With that reflection

You show me that I should respect those imperfections

That without them

Who I would be seeing every day

Wouldn’t be

me

But it took some time for who I see now

To understand the beauty of uniqueness  

There were days where I would look at you

And I didn’t recognize the woeful eyes

Staring back at me

It has been said

“Eyes are the window to the soul”

A soul choking with desolation

You reminded me of the void in my heart

I couldn’t fill no matter what I tried putting in it

Sometimes I would try to avoid you

But you’d follow,

me most of the time

I might’ve walked a little faster

I might've kept my head down

But I knew you were there

Always reflecting the person

I didn’t want to see

As I walked past car windows

Glass buildings

Anything for you to show me

Whose shoes I was walking in

You’d show me the person I couldn’t confront

Me.