A woman sits,
naked,
ashamed;
eyes averted from a mirror.
The mirror that threatens
to tell.
Too much here,
too little there,
rough
where it should be otherwise,
soft
where it should be otherwise.
Too pale,
too dark,
too different.
Lines and bulges,
hair and lacking.
A stare too long,
a touch too hard,
a hand,
a person,
unwanted.
Decisions rethought,
regretted.
A life,
a moment
only once invited,
intrigued;
forever haunting,
forever intruding.
All imperfect,
all shame
in a reflection
with no mirror.
The reflection
seen by one,
known by no other,
always there,
always influencing.
Dear Eve
something was stolen from you.
Please remember
you are the origin of beauty,
you are beauty intrinsic.
Dear Eve
look into the mirror
and love.