Reflections....

Truth...

Is all I see when I stare into my mirror

because there is no way for me
to hide the lines...

where gravity failed to defy time
Tenderness...

Seeping into my reflection
blurring the lines of
past hurts and rejections...

As a silvery brown red hue
begins to sift through my Locks
Making my hair look like
a sun that is forever setting...

Wistfully I smile
at this Image looking
back at me...
Right into my eyes I stare and see
All the previous versions of myself

That brought me to this place
I see fragments of me in
Red High Heels
Black Lace and Leather...

I see me a Disciple
Of The House Of Pain...

I see me A Teacher
in the art of healing sexuality...

A rebel warrior
with a passion surpassed
by none...

When I look
into this mirror
I see the Woman...
I am yet... to become.