The woman – perhaps?
The woman in the mirror.
When she looks at me.
.
A passing glance,
or a laugh.
Forced or true.
.
Mocking wet eyes,
angry crystallized sadness.
.
If
the image is distorted
When she looks at me
despaired.
Then
When she looks at me
soaring,
Is it too?
.
.
It’s not a mirror in my mind I see,
when I think of me.
Something more of an ideal,
mix past and future, maybe,
and pure, force of will
applied to sense of self
.
The woman in the mirror,
when she looks at me,
it’s not that me I see.
.
.
The image of me I see
I wonder
if anyone other sees
.
perhaps if it is not
the distortion is not my mind
but yours.
Zoe Brook 
Can I just say what a comfort to uncover somebody who genuinely
knows what they’re discussing on the internet.
You certainly know how to bring an issue to light and make it important.
A lot more people should look at this and understand this side of your story.
It’s surprising you aren’t more popular given that you most
certainly have the gift.
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Thank you for your lovely compliment, I really appreciate it!
I admit, I’m not very good at gaining visibility. If you know anyone who might enjoy my writing, do share it.
But in any case, thank you so much for dropping by and sharing your thoughts.
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