My face reflected in the mirror.
The lines etched in my skin.
Showing all the worry and strain I carry with me.
I see loneliness.
I am afraid of that.
This life I lead is not what I hoped for.
Love is waiting inside
bursting to come forth.
All around me the world keeps moving.
Leaving me jostled and bruised.
Skin against skin
A reflection of possibilities
if but I can reach them.
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