To Be Seen

It all started with a glance. A look into this hallowed reflection. I could no longer take a chance, Nor explain this odd projection. I tried looking deep, To peer into my own skin, Imagining how it would feel to weep, Only knowing it would not be a win. I turn away. I could not face my own fate, I could not believe my dismay, I could not bear to be seen, So thus, I turn away. Even when I look back into my own eyes, All I can see is that they’re too close together. And even when I recognize these as lies, All I can hear are the cruel voices etched forever. I turn away. I must face my fate. I must believe my dismay, I must long to be seen. I do long to be seen. For others to see me, sure. But for myself, To be able to look at my own reflection, And recognize the truth that has been hidden. I long to be seen. To see my “too close together” eyes and be thankful to have them. To see my stretch marks, and to be grateful, for what they represent. To see my legs, and to appreciate that they’re what keep me walking. To see my face, My own skin, and face it. I long to be seen. And I must not turn away.