I looked in the mirror today.
I saw a face of a woman
where there used to be a child.

A face with a tale to be told.
Eyes that know, but won't tell.
They know not, yet know enough.

I see little girls playing
prancing, giggling, and singing.
I only cried, worried, wondered.
I sat in my silence
with a burning in my heart
and now I look at me.

The child is gone
What must I now be?

I am
longing for youth unspoiled
longing for purity
longing for a life gone by
and
looking to a future
looking at the past.

How I wish
I could rewrite the story
of my life again.

But instead,
I must pick up the pieces
of a broken heart
and somehow put them together
and look in the mirror
and remember.