The five faces in the glass
The Five Faces in the Glass
I saw them in the window when the night was closing in,
Five faces etched in shadows, thin as paper, pale as skin.
They stared back through the reflection with a hollow, heavy gaze,
The ghosts of every worry born of long and lonely days.
I thought they were a haunting from a world I couldn't see,
Until I realized the faces were just different parts of me.
One was Fear, and one was Grief, and one was purely Pain,
The others were the Stress that falls like gray and biting rain.
They gathered in the glass because the pressure was too great,
The burden of a thousand things, a soul-crushing weight.
I was standing in the center of a storm they couldn't name,
While everyone around me looked for someone else to blame.
They pointed to the medicine, to the path that I had chose,
To the changes in my spirit and the softening of my prose.
They labeled me as "dangerous" and pushed my life aside,
Ignoring all the honesty I’d offered up with pride.
It wasn't HRT that brought the shadows to the door,
It was the stress of bearing more than any soul was fashioned for.
To be feared for being human, to be cast out for a tear,
By people who would rather judge than face a silent fear.
They didn't see the woman who was drowning in the deep,
They only saw the fighter with a promise left to keep.
I’ll face those five reflections now with a steady, quiet mind,
And leave the weight of what they thought to hollow hearts and minds...
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