23

And on the eve of 23 She stared in the mirror in disbelief. This is the girl who wanted to die at 16. Who didn't think the future could yield anything worth living for. Whose home felt like nothing but trap doors. Her innocence snatched without consent, couldn't think of a decision she didn't regret Birth included. She marveled at the girl-...young woman that stood before her. "I've come so far " So many things came along to destroy you. Some of your battle wounds more visible than others But they are scars because you have recovered. You have proven you're stronger than the things that hurt you, Your mind included. No you're not where you want to be but you're better than where you've been. This is your second wind. I know you have fallen but look, you're standing and don't even know how. The reflection in the mirror is every moment that led up to here and now. I look at that woman and I am so proud. On the eve of 23 I look in the mirror and I see...me.