You look in the mirror and the morning steam begins to evaporate A different version of yourself appears clearer You are unsure if it's the one you love the 1 you hate. Streaks cascade down the glass…

You look in the mirror and the morning steam begins to evaporate A different version of yourself appears clearer You are unsure if it's the one you love the 1 you hate. Streaks cascade down the glass   Mimicking teardrops that are on your face. You search  A sense of innocence everything seems  Out of place ,  You smear your hand across the glass Hoping it will raise your past. Where woz the girl you long to be how did she get lossed in this life of uncertainty.  A young mother face to impossible choice when you scream for unanswered but you cannot find your voice.    After many years pass You find that your prayers Voice  As you watch too beautiful daughter flourish for near impossible choice   This morning as a steam evaporate from the mirror And a version of yourself emerges Clever  That you possess a love that is stronger than hate Love yourself Love yourself Choosing to love yourself is never too late..