the face in the mirror wavers,
unable to hold your gaze
while you catalog every flaw
and search for minute imperfections
(I told you there are none to find)
you see the shadows when light is all that pours from your veins,
all the reasons you matter safely stored in a cage
(the spark in your heart illuminates the dark)
your eyes see distortion,
a tangled mess of proportions,
but your soul knows that the sun lives beneath your skin,
a shimmering magic that radiates within
(and I’ll remind you every day, until your mind knows too)
Art by Rosanna Jones
Words by Ashley Jane
