elusive dreaming

 Look in the mirror, tell me who you see

it’s in your best interest, to be honest with yourself

Look in the mirror, tell me who you see

I see an empty shell of a woman

a pearless oysters held tightly in the grasp of a still young little girl

who’s still trying to find her way home

look in the mirror tell me who you see

I still see the marks the waves of one-night terror tears had left behind

I still see bruises from fear,

I still see those waves crashing against the rocks in their way

I still see them crashing against the walls of my ribs

breaking them, sharpening them, turning more of me into a weapon as they do so

I still see all the lacerations they all left behind

Look in the mirror and tell me what you see

I still see a little girl,

a still young little girl whos still very much cradled, 

rapped inside the woman she’s supposed to be

like a cocoon that already let the butterfly out, yet keep the caterpillar 

I see a queen who still sees herself as a princess stowed away inside

I see the tower and its captives

I see my silhouette staring back at me