Will I?: A woman’s journey of perception

The author made a request to remain anonymous.

Sweat drenched the back of my blouse

Trickling down the back of my spine

The heat was unbearable

Yet there I sat, still as a statue

Looking at my reflection

Infinite thoughts drifted through my mind

Who was that?, I asked

How? Why?

The uneven brows

The semi crooked nose

Stretch marks all over

Lips gnarled menacingly

Shoulders slumped in defeat

I turned away, (repulsed)

A moment more and I would not

Be able to tame the fire inside of me

Yes, the air was hot and humid

Yet it could not begin

To match the raging inferno

That resides within me

When will I be able to accept?

When will I?

Will I?

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