I look in the mirror

A thousand faces 

Stare back at me from 

The watery glass.

The shy child wandering the backyard woods

Always alone.

Down deer paths way, barefoot cool in summer.

The dark eyed dark haired student. youth’s beauty.

Yearning to write.

But never felt safe admitting it.

She left to study life

And it took her far away.

The round and fullness of the mother.

And the one holding her babe agaisnt her chest.

She looked tired and sad

But complete too.

Resolves to silver in the moonlight quaver.

1000 faces become one.

And she is beautiful too.

Luminous presence uncovered.

It took a long time to get here.

We wear our scars under the skin.

Breaks into a wry smile

When do we begin?