Reflections

A Poem

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Sitting in the bath washing my hair a voice in my head tells me to stop, take this moment in..look how far you’ve come…

I look at my soft wet shrink wrapped hands, my most favorite tools because of the art that springs from them. Worn and scarred from my boisterous tom-boy years.

Looking at my body and all the imperfections I’ve collected throughout these 46 earth years. The giant gash on my right knee from where I tripped on the uneven sidewalk outside of my childhood home.

The cut above my right eye lid that I got from a bicycle accident I had when I flipped over a car trying to do a stunt. The long scar across the back of my hand from where I accidently grazed an old station wagon that had the window open and I caught it’s rough and jagged edge. I seemed to be a magnet for scars both emotional and physical.

I look in the mirror and I see my mother’s face staring back at me. I can’t believe how much I look like her even down to our mannerisms. She use to tease me remarking how alike we are which usually erupted in an argument because I didn’t want to look like anyone. I look back on it now proud that I am my mother’s daughter. Not much has changed in my looks since high school other than I’m a bit curvier now, a far cry from the skinny beanpole I use to be.

I have come a long way from all of the trials and tribulations I’ve gone through in life. From heartbreaks, to rejections, the cost and the pain of living, We’ve all come a long way and somehow we manage to trudge on in spite of it. So don’t reflect on the coulda, shoulda woulda’s, in life instead, reflect on how strong you are that you went through the slings and arrows and still came out alive to tell the tale…