The woman in the mirror 

The way her shoulders hunch up to her ears

Countering a noticeable weight bearing down

Like she’s stuck in an eighties Dallas fashion rut

With shoulder pads beneath an invincible jacket

Which is ironic 

Shouldn’t the burden weigh you down

Reflected in a dejected downward slump 

Like the sliding droop lines of her mouth 

Parentheses of her unhappiness 

Those crow feet around her eyes

Once crinkled by a smile 

Now permanently edged as doddling lines

A continuation from her forehead frown

She wonders 

Who  is this woman in the mirror?


About vickychong

Just an ordinary woman.
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