10 August 2009

The Reflection

The Reflection by Gloria Hemingway Johnson

When I look in the mirror, the woman I see
Is not the girl that lives within me.
The person I know is younger than that.
She's trim and attractive and not all that fat.
The person I see is mature and alive
Ambitious, flamboyant and has lots of drive.
She'd love to go dancing, be able to sing
wants this not to be winter but rather her spring
The lines on the face in the mirror I see
are just on the glass and not part of me.
The silver that shines in that lady's hair
on the person I know they just aren't there.
I'd give my eye teeth for the world to see
the pretty woman that lives inside me