Looking Glass by Alicia Winski

Peering through my looking glass
in a rare, crystal moment of introspection, harsh inspection,
my reflection mirrors
a life fraught with shattered,
elusive dreams lost and scattered;
remnants of my self-gratifications

I've given little
to the men who would love me,

~everything~

to those who would not

I've been absorbed by my own vanities, insanities and desperate salvation,
often neglecting
those who would love me
without thought or reservation

only to lose myself
somewhere in the process

Now here I find myself stripped naked,
standing on shaky, uncertain ground
as I look at you looking back at me

seeing all that I am, all I could be

with you

Cruel and unmerciful are these
reflections in my mirror staring
back at me with wounded, wary eyes

wondering

Will you love what you see
when you see that it's me
staring back at you
staring back at me?

 

alicia winski © 2011