The Mirror

What do you see when you look in the mirror?

 I look in the mirror and what do I see looking back at me? I see a tired young lady who is aging more than she should. The pretty hazel/green eyes are slightly tarnished by the red that surrounds and mixes with the white. My skin is pale from the lack of sun.

Hair is out of place and my lips are slightly chapped. My clothes out of shape and wrinkled. There are small scraps and bruses on my skin. There are scuffmarks on my body and my skin is still tender to the touch from the feet that step all over me.

My scabbed and scrapped up hand brushes my sleeve. I wipe off the mixture of dirt and dust. I pull on my shirt to lessen the wrinkles. Nurse my wounds and I take a look at my face again in the mirror.

Through out it all I look over my scuffmarks tear stains, and dried up blood I see the green shining through my eyes. I look down towards my lips and apply some beeswax. I love that peppermint tingly feeling. They are smooth and are rushing full of color once again. I lightly brush at the scuffmarks on my face. It’s that smirk on my face that lets me know that people are in for a change and it is quite exciting.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

Change is our most refreshing situation.
Change refreshes us and allows us to
regain our posture.
I like your mirror it has been kind to
you . It has given you a reprieve.
Very nice little story.
Thanks,
---- John