What I see

Hey, 

Can you hold space for me?

Everyone always talks to me.
But no one really listens to me. 
They stand in front of me searching and judging. 
I am with them in their most vulnerable moments- their quiet companion. 
Yet no one ever asks me what it is I truly see.

I see red teary eyes finally releasing the pain. 
They see someone broken.
I see a warrior.

I see them trying on clothes. 
They see a body that doesn’t fit right.
I see their presence making the fabric feel alive.  

I see the goofy faces they pull as they brush their teeth.
They see awkwardness.
I see unfiltered joy. 

I see them adjust their hair again and again.
They see themselves as not good enough.
I see perfection. 

I see them leaning close applying their makeup.
They see flaws to cover.
I see imperfections that make them human.

I see them closely examining the fat.
They see something that doesn’t belong.
I see a body that has never stopped carrying them forward.

I see them pulling out the grey hairs.
They see something to hide.
I see years of wisdom sparkling. 

I see them practicing speeches and presentations.
They see fumbling.
I see them trying with heart.

I see them staring at me when the world feels heavy.
They see defeat. 
I see courage. 

I see eyes which hold exhaustion, nerves and pain.
They see weakness.
I see someone still standing.

They always think I am the enemy. 
Little do they know the truth inside me.  
If only they could see the beauty I see endlessly. 

Love always,

Mirror