Summer Portrait
I stared at the mirror analyzing my reflection
Saw all of the pieces.. the components that ultimately made up the different parts of me and it was far from perfection..
I saw glimpses of my past..
Shadows of my present
Some details were not so gratifying but there were some that were pleasant..
As I stared in the mirror that stood at the right corner of my room by my bed….
I noticed that most of my thoughts were also in the reflection as if it had pierced through my skull and saw the images in my head..
It was in the middle of July.. a hot summer day
And my energy was high
My intensity was concentrated in a bottle of confusion
I was in the midst of figuring my life out through my reflection but yet a little lost through the Smokey fogs of illusions..
Sweat trickled down the side of my cheeks .. my edges were curled and bothered by the humidity’s peak
My lips were flushed from my constant automatic desire to moisten them..
Every now and then..
I was buried into the details..
Intrigued by its complexity
Fear was now weak and frail..
I saw strength in my vulnerability
I stared at the mirror and admired my failures, my imperfections and my struggles
I laughed at the idea of dancing in the rain and stomping in muddy puddles..
I was no longer a prisoner to my thoughts for I decided it was better to fully embrace them..
I allowed revelations to come to me instead forcefully chasing them..
I saw pieces… coming together to create a beautiful mural that was my life and it was still in progress..
I was amazed at the way it was able to shine bright and despite some gloomy images it was still beautiful regardless..
I touched the mirror with my fingertips acknowledging its presence..
Followed my curves down the mirror in admiration of my womanly essence..
It was a beautiful disaster on a summer morning in the middle of July..
Every low that had been reflected in the mirror was the catalyst to my high..
I was in awe..
it was me..
raw
Unapologetic..
Endearing and magnetic..
Enticing and inviting others for a taste
It was too good to pass up on.. too good to let it go to waste..
Summer never felt this good..
Sweat never traveled on my body with so much meaning..
And all I could do ……….was stare