Something about her
Something about her skin felt right.
Maybe it was the music.
Maybe it was that the fog lifted for a second.
But she was on okay terms with the mirror.
She wanted to look.
She wanted to see what she lived in.
She knew it wouldn’t last,
But those few seconds were worth it.
They meant everything to her.
Even when she takes three steps backwards for every step she takes forward,
She still cherishes those times of clarity.
Where her mind lets up and just lets her look.
Those times when she accepts that she can’t always be in control
And
Accepts that she shouldn’t take her pain out on herself.
She reminds herself of these moments when she falls, and
She uses them as an extended hand.
She offers it even if she knows she won’t take it just yet.