Amphibian Me

I am an amphibian Living in and out of my own truth With you one day, Totally against you the next. Personalities swirling inside Staring into a mirror wondering Will we like me today? Will we be kind to this face? Will we have positive self-talk? Will we be able to salvage any kind of love for self? You look old, I think. Not a good start. Is that a skin tag? Dhram! Worse start now. What about trying to like ourselves today? One of my personalities begins to whine. I hate whiners. Are we even going to try? Another personality inquires. I turn away from the mirror, but not before thinking I look old. My hands are old too. Grandma hands. Spotted. Freckled more than my face ever was. A face I used to like. Come on! One of my selves pleads. Let's be our prancy, dancy self today. Shall I call in sick? To play in my art studio? To write my poetry? To salvage my joyful side? I look back into the mirror. I look younger. I see my twelve. I am excited now. The possibility of having a mental health day. My muse is twirling and swirling, dancing. Amphibian me laughs, as we reach for the phone. I love it when my bliss comes out to play.