The Mirror

Prose by adelinefecker

One day when I wake up,

I want to be able to look at myself in the mirror and feel like I’m seeing more than the shell of this body.

More than the sum of every scar and wrinkle burned into my skin.

I can’t see that soul that lies beyond,

maybe it was never there.

But that doesn’t stop me from looking every morning

just in case.

And I wonder what other people see

when they look in the mirror and I wonder if they see something more.

I wonder if he looks in the mirror and sees the light radiating off of him.

I wonder if he blinds himself the way he blinded me so many times before. I am frustrated why I cannot see that beauty in myself.

So every morning I ask the mirror to show me my light

And it replies: No. You show me.