Mirror

Painting my eyes with charcoal,
Dabbing my cheeks with colors,
I hope to find a different woman,
But still,
A scarred woman stared back at me.
Ugly she may be,
Yet her heart was gold.
Scarred she may be,
But not weak as she appears to be.
She's not an apparition,
But a woman of my own reflection.

March 29, 2020
10:19PM