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.
Copyright © Megan Ryan | Year Posted 2015
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