Surely, the roundness of my chin, the plush color of my cheeks,
The circles under my eyes – the sadness…those can’t be mine.
This reflection must be flawed – some trickery, of course…
For I am a sweet piece of art
What happened to my well defined jaw line
And muscle bound arms…to my shoulders that boasted cuts and my chest
Are those breasts?
And where’s my smile … my million dollar smile –
This reflection can’t be mine…
Yet, here I stand –
Mirror in hand…
Looking at a complete stranger –
A foreigner
With a shaved head…brown eyes…
And an unfamiliar smile…
Wondering…
How I remained blind
Blind to the patterns of my life
The patterns that created this contradiction
This unfamiliar reflection
Here I stand…
Just wondering…
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