The Gifts I am Given

Christine Ray – Old lies embedded in glass

Brave & Reckless

the mirror that I look at myself in
is old
dark
fractured
wavy
distorted
it is as if these glass fragments
have writing scrawled upon them
like so much crimson graffiti
damaged
unclean
fat
old
ugly
bitch
unworthy
invisible
unlovable
objects in this mirror
may be closer than they appear
sometimes they hurt
sometimes they bleed

people have been handing me new words
that they claim they see when they look at me
this language is not congruent
with what my looking glass
likes to venomously spew at me
these are different kinds of words entirely
strong
kind
honest
brave
badass
radiant
beautiful
authentic
powerful
impactful
wise
intelligent

I am not sure what to do
with these foreign objects
I put them in a heart-shaped box
for safekeeping
I like to take them out and wonder at them
tracing their curves with my finger

I am thinking about buying
new…

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