Blur

That piece of glass

Sits before me.

I'm here for my daily fix.

I have to see that person

Reflected back.

I have to learn who she is.

Maybe I'll know her one day.

I see my mother in her.

But I don't see how,

Because the features are all different.

All wrong.

Sometimes I see a happy mouth,

But weary eyes.

There's pain within those swirls of

Green and brown.

But those eyes are far from dead.

Maybe I'm foolish

To trust that glass

So wholeheartedly.

What if mirrors lie?

If I keep checking,

Keep looking,

I'll be okay.

Because the image remains.

Unchanged.

Proof.