The Mirror

When you look in the mirror what do you see?
Do you see scars where you tried to pull apart the lines of your life?
Do you see marks where you became too big for your skin?
Do you see red marks that smear themselves across your body?
Do you see unevenness that traces you ?
Do you see bumpy roads of life that have left you uncared for?
Do you see every imperfection ?
Do you see your beauty?
Do you see scars that show you how far you have come?
Do you see marks that show you’re only human?
Do you see that no matter what, you triumph in the face of trouble?
Do you see that even with everything that life throws at you, you’re still here?
Do you see how that is the biggest achievement anyone could wish for?
Do you see that the story your skin wears is the story of you?
Do you see your perfect imperfections?
Do you see you?
Because you are perfectly imperfect?
Because you are you?