Mirrors

I saw the missing parts of you:

your left hand, gone; one kidney, gone;

that tear in the flesh on your hamstring;

a section of your spine; the fire in your eyes,

struggling to keep ablaze,

but the fuel’s running low.

 

I saw all those missing parts in an instant.

You are broken but still standing.

I find you resplendent.

 

It is like looking at a mirror.

My reflection staring back at me.

It’s the first time I ever saw myself

as beautiful.

 

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