The Girl Inside of Me

A reflection of a woman in the mirror I do see. A face graced with wrinkles stares right back at me. Her appearance looks tired and worn with time. I survey her face as her eyes meet mine. Her hair is white and her skin is saggy. Her jawline and neck appear drooping and baggy. Who is this this lady in the mirror that I see. Is this old lady supposed to be me ? I feel no connection to this person at all. She seems so frail, she looks so small. My body is able and my mind is clear. I am learning new things and growing each year. I can jog round the park, I can dance till I drop. I can sprint up a hill till I reach the top. I can go on a trip and spend all day walking. I can stay up all night with my friends, just talking. I can work a full shift then come home and clean my house. Then I'll cook dinner for me and my spouse. I take care of my family, they don't take care of me. I am agile I am healthy, I am still young inside you see. In my mind I imagine myself to be 20 or so. The reflection in the mirror is a woman I don't know. The image portrays an illusion, it does not depict me. Inside is a girl who is adventurous, full of life, vibrant and free