Who’s the girl in the mirror,
is it me or someone else?
Bra off, hair down, carefree.
I can feel she loves herself.
It can’t be me, can it?
She seems so far away.
Little baby steps he told me,
but each one seems so big.
I look again.
It’s hidden by her hair, the link between us.
I reach up, touch what he’s had me wear.
I know the journey’s begun.
James – edging.space