Woman

I’ve looked in the mirror and have seen manyfaces. 

Sometimes my eyes were a chocolate brown and other timea clear shade of honey.

My hair has changed, from long to short, with bangs orslicked back.

My outfits have evolved; from flannel pj’s to a low cutblouse.

My lips have been red, pink, nude or glossed.

My eyes have sometimes looked straight into me, whileother moments a blur has appeared.

Some days I look and see that young girl that believedin the illusion and fantasies of life …

While other days I see the life that has lived withinme. The amount of suffering my heart has ached.

Nights have shown the laughter and the glee that I havefelt.

The excitement of meeting the love of your life, or theperfect evening with amazing friends.

Mornings can reflect the long night or even the gift ofa new brand new day.

After all the reflections I have been able to see, Ifeel one element has always been the same…

The woman in me is alive and thriving, even when themess is so eloquently splattered.

She lives and breathes every breath inside.

She understands the beauty of the aches, the illusionsthat we create.

She is there behind my hazel eyes in times when theywant to turn blue.

She comprehends the pains, the struggles and the helpsme fight the good fight.

I’m neither one reflection nor the other; I’m all ofthem, on every single day.

I am not defined by the darkness, but rather the lightthat sparkles from deep inside.

My worth is valued not by a man, nor a career; or evenmy past.

 It is knowing that I can be all, and none of thosethings; some days all at once.

 She is Me, and I am Her.

 Now that is truly a sight.

Written by Marisol Graciela