Curious reflections

When I look in the mirror I see a girl. That's all, there's little recognition there. She's tall, an athletic build, her hair is... wild only reaching her shoulders. Her skin? Dark and rich a few shades darker than milk chocolate, and it glows almost golden. Beautiful? Well that's best left in the eye of the beholder in my opinion. But then I look into her eyes they seem plain from a distance, which is more than fine I think it protects her. When I look into her eyes I can see everything, her emotions her thoughts the seemingly fragile walls she's built up, and the curiosity she nurtures. That childlike wonder and innocence just shines. It seems so out of place for a girl her age; you wonder if the world might have spared her it's hardships, but no that's not the case. A closer look and her scars start to appear, though she hasn't endured nearly as much as the other people I've seen. 

She reminds me of a doe, you have to approach with caution because they're so timid and shy. Inquisitive and chaste, yes, but they'll run at the drop of a dime. Once she's gone she rarely comes back unless it's dare I say curiosity that leads her there. I can see the compassion in her eyes the unconditional love for strangers, well no, for everyone and creatures of the like. And I can see the fire burning deep within those dark brown eyes. It's not hatred or anger, it holds no malicious intent, it's her passion fueled pyre spreading itself through every crack and space in her foundation. Conforming to her emotions, sparking along with her thoughts, it's dazzling when she's happy, raging when she's angry, and when she's hurt it's so cold it's searing. I have yet to see it when she's in love but I have no doubt it will be beautiful. When I look in the mirror at first glance I see a girl. Upon first sight she's nothing special but then you see the slight laugh lines framing her big full lips and the small wrinkles around her large coffee colored eyes.

Finally when you look into her eyes you may not see what I do. What you will see however is that chaste curiosity shine through, tinted with distrust and fear. However hopefully the warmth is all you feel whether or not you proceed well that's up to you. That girl in the mirror, when I look into her eyes I recognize myself.

Author's Note

An unexpected prose from and unexpected prompt.