A cynical breath of laughter escaped her lips is she examined her self in the mirror.
Seeing everything no one else saw,
Who is she?
Instead of the twinkle everyone else saw, she saw weariness behind her eyes that cried rivers from joy but more often pain.
Instead of a captivating smile she saw regret on lips from words unspoken but more often spoken to the wrong person.
Instead of a kind & gentle heart she saw a jaded heart from a scorned past, from heartache to heartbreak but she still tried to mend the pieces.
She saw tired hands at the ends of sore arm, aching feet at the end of weakening legs.
Who is she?
Only exposing this side of her to the mirror, she picks her head up, crowning her self in confidence.
She wipes away her weariness, covers her regrets, hides her pain. She nurtures herself back into her strength. She scolds the mirror for not letting her see herself.
She is self-beheld beauty.
She is strength in its purest form.
She is obstacles overcome & roadblocks removed wrap in power & passion placed underneath the powder soft skin, courage under curves, laughter on her lips & enlightenment in her eyes.
She is what little girls dream of becoming.
A woman