mirrored

Who is this girl looking at me in this mirror?
This face so full of hurt and fear...
Fear of remembering how to be grown...
fear of climbing out of this valley of pain all alone....
My hopes and prayers are aimed to the skies...
As the tears fall in torrents from green eyes...
Such towering mountains to climb...
All so sureal, so sublime...
Each high, another escape, taking her away...
Even If only for not even a day....
Who is this girl looking at me in this mirror?
A woman once so confident and holding no fear...
Once carefree and on a path,
Now off road and being told that music is math...
Once so lovely and sure of his love...
Now reaching with her arms stretching for help from high above...
Addiction engulfs her being...
She fell so far, without even seeing...
Who is this girl?!
No longer in control...
What happened to that dress with the swirl?
The mother who sat with her children on a grassy nole....
One more trip to anywhere but here....
Just one more journey to a place I feel no fear...
may 5 2012