Reflections

I stare into the mirror,

and I see a little girl looking at me.

It's the eight-year-old me,

and she's staring right back.

She is grinning back at me, 

happy for what she sees.

She sees beauty, passion,

confidence, and strength.

She is in awe of the person

that she is to become, 

because for her it is 

impossible to think of me.

She is mesmerized by where 

she will one day end up,

and tears of joy fall down

her face when she realizes...

We became strong, independent,

confident, beautiful, and free

and she is looking forward to it.