Reflection

My own reflection

Is not one I like to observe

I paint on my makeup

My daily preserve

I look with intent

To see imperfections

One by one, I cover these

Section by section

The time that it takes

To paint on the color

Has little impact

On the face that’s covered

I spend more time

On my daily appeal

Then that of the expression

My authentic self reveals

I try to avoid

Taking a closer look

Why does it brings me comfort...

Focusing on only the cover of my book?

Peeling back the layers

Many will soon find

Much depth, woven

Into the pages they bind

The chapters are short

It’s an easy read

Or at least, at first

It does seem to be

The plot involves many twists

A scheme, written as if by design

A story is birthed

One with fragmented timelines

The main character

Has many dimensions

She works to sculpt her life

Built by genuine intentions

She lives to find purpose

Of life’s sweet design

She fights her inner critique

One word at a time

Though she has a darkness

That can be so consuming

So to keep from this place

She keeps on moving

Running and running

As if to win the race

Her weary heart submits

To instead, simply paint my face