I look in the mirror, confused by what I see
An image of someone; but is that really me?
I think of the little girl within
Now celebrating because of who we’ve become
A mental transformation and a brand new smile
She’s elated because she realizes; it’s been quite awhile
She never knew the challenges we’d face, or the tears we’d shed
She’s elated because she realizes just how far we’ve come
We both take a double glance not quite clear on who this is we see
It’s the same smile, yet it’s a different smile
The battles helped to form she
And it didn’t hurt to have some smiles and laughter along the way
But again we ask who is she?
That little girl within has never died
But now she realizes a woman presides
I can’t escape the sillyness, or the sweetness, or the innocence of that little girl within
We’ve come so far, but when did this woman get in?
We look again and still don’t quite recognize
This is now her we can no longer hide
But when did you get here? And where did you come from?
An invitation perhaps? Or did you sneak in?
Maybe some aliens came in the middle of the night, searched her brain, took all the memories to form a new image of the person she sees
Nooo, I don’t think so
That little girl and I look, for I am she, and she is me
Looking in the mirror staring back at me
Under gone a transformation by the master architect himself
It is in this moment I realize; I have arrived. 😉