Sometimes I look in the mirror
And I don’t recognize the person staring back at me
Like passing strangers on a street
I stare blankly at my reflection
I ask myself
What will come of this being
What will come of this body
I ask these questions like I am not the person staring back at me
Two eyes
Two feet on the ground
But it feels like eternity since I felt connected to the earth beneath me
Doubt wavers in my mind
Uncertainty hangs in the air
Dancing with its best friend, despair
I can’t even recognize the person staring back at me
Maybe if I can reach her, I will feel complete again
But if I reach into the void and pull out nothing will I be able to accept that
Am I ready to fail over and and over again
Until I recognize the person staring back at me
And can smile confidently
Knowing that person is me