when she looks in the mirror,
she stands in silence –
touches her rough dry skin
..she wants to love the woman she sees in the mirror
her long dark messy hair
and her painted nails..
her chest too fragile
her legs too stiff,
she wishes to run away ..

but her eyes glistening,
something seems different
is it the urge to escape or the thirst to live ?

now, she smiles –
teary but grateful…

she has found her answer.

Narmeen Parsa

 

 

 

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