The Search

Every mirror I’ve passed as of late,

I’ve stopped and stared at silently.

I think I’m waiting for it to tell me who it is

thats supposed to be staring back at me.

Reverently I’ve waited for her to make herself

known to me.

To reveal herself in the corner of my eye

or the curve under my cheekbone,

or the space between my top and bottom teeth.

I hold my breathe,

hoping that if I stand still enough,

a great and glorious self will be revealed to me.

And I have been left waiting,

these prayers are coming up empty,

she is hiding from me,

and I do believe I’ll have to run

if I’m going to catch her.