Is This Me

I look at myself in the puddle That laid just below my feet Yet when I look at the watery mirror I see a different reflection of myself. The person in the reflection Is a different person of confidence Someone that is brave and bold With a bright smile on her face. She has her head held high Ready to take on the world Looking toward a bright future As she leaves tomorrow behind. When I look down at her, Is she looking up at me? Am I just the tails of the coin, While she is the head? Am I just a figment Of what I was before That this reflection Is the aftermath of growth? Could this be who I am? Is this woman the real me? The me I am meant to be? Or a possible me? Yet when I looked closely I could see that the one Staring back at me With a confidence smile Was me...I am that woman. The reflection in the puddle Is the me that I am The one with a smile on her face Filled with bravery and confidence. The real me, a figment I am one and the same In reality and in the puddle This is the real me.