Photo Credit: Михаил Секацкий

I look in the mirror 
and touched my face gently,
for I felt no one has ever 
touch my heart,
like peace do, 
that give me a purpose,
a reason to strive, 
when there are moments,
I tend to lose my grounds, 
to see the dream,
that is bigger than I:
Yet, I am reminded,
there is a great morning light:

I look in the mirror 
and touched my face gently,
hold my heart softly, 
even when I feel void,
deep inside, disappointment,
how deceitful, the love role played
in and out of my lives;
that carries me, into an arm,
that gave me a feeling, 
of joy sometime,
gave me feeling, I will not survive:
and at times gave me a feeling,
i am not that smart, good enough,
and I’ll never arrive:
Yet, I am reminded, 
that is a lie, to give thanks, 
for there is a morning light:
as I stroke my face, lips, 
my hands, my neck,
as I see my reflection in the mirror,
i command myself, that I am loved,
even when I know, there are times,
i am in the wrong and not in the right:
i command myself to respect my inner child;
that I am appreciated, that I am wise,
that I still can dream big things,
for my love one’s and I:

i look in the mirror and touched
my face gently, and whisper, 
to my inner child;
"I am wonderful, I am pleasant, 
I am loved," maturing more, 
to be an exceptional woman,
on the rise: just like 
the beautiful seasons,
Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter,
that blooms, red roses wild:
i give myself hope, to dream more love,
like a colorful garden on the rise,
that sprang up beautiful flowers,
when there is sprinkling showers 
from the clouds, from the sky; 
i remember, there’s hope,
even when, I wish not to rise,
even when I wish not to smile.

© 2023 Empress Journee