The stranger living my life is me, and she's not so strange after all. Written March 27, 2009

Is this all real? Can it be?
Is The girl in the mirror somehow me?
So at peace with all around,
The girl that can't keep her mind aground,
can it be
that she is me?

Is it so simple, can it be?
Can my ideal just be... me?
Someone good, not great,
Not perfect, but in a decent state?
Can it be
my ideal is me?

Inhale, exhale, can it be
that all I had to do was find me?
Smiling, sharing, all the best,
Frowning, cursing, and yet blessed.
Can it be
That I've found me?

Oh, truly, can it be?
That someone can look and see me,
Flaws and all, and still believe
I am who I say, with my heart on my sleeve.
Oh, ever, can it be,
that I can show off the girl who is me?

My companion dearest, can it be?
After many a words, that I've found me?
All the nights we've searched and looked,
the fishing line has the girl hooked.
Companion dearest, can it be,
that you are actually happy for me?


Of all these things, all I know,
Is that she was too afraid to show,
her gentle face,
in fear of disgrace,
for not being who she thought,
for not having fought
her inner demons to finally see
the wonderful child that she could be.
She did not think that she had earned
the right to learn of herself what she had learned,
but now she is here to stay,
at least...
She is here for another day.