my mirror.

i look
at this slightly shattered,
imperfect
piece
of
glass
and for the first time
i see
pieces of me
that were hidden
behind miles of scars
and
wide
deep
gaping wounds.
but this glass -
this reflection
doesn't veil my face
in lace
or silk.
instead,
it embraces
my imperfection -
making things like
freckles
and a few white hairs
seem beautiful.