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Self Portrait Contest--The Broken Mirror
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old woman staring back at me.
She had hair of gray, and there were wrinkles around her eyes,
and her face I no longer recognized.
I waved. I rubbed the mirror with my sleeve.
No matter what I tried, she simply wouldn't leave.
This can't be me, I thought. I am much more svelte.
Now just look at the way my stomach pooches out.
I also thought it was quite strange.
The hair atop her head was thin; what exactly brought about this change?
Who was this imposter, and what is she doing there,
this woman of age with thinning silver hair?
Why, oh why, is my mirror doing this to me
having this old woman staring back at me?
Copyright ©
Sara Etgen-Baker
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