When hope seems just beyond my reach, <br />And my dreams dissipate swiftly, <br />Like dewdrops warmed by the morning sun, <br />When the only friend around, <br />Is the one looking back at me in the mirror, <br />Those are the times when I reach out, <br />To the only person in the universe <br />Who knows exactly who I am. <br />Sometimes I hardly recognize her, and yet <br />She is a friend like no other. <br />Courage and strength emanate from her, <br />With a pure heart, she is loving and kind. <br />The wisdom of maturity shines in her eyes, <br />And she is the light that guides my way, <br />When the road ahead is dark. <br />I willingly place my trust in her, <br />Because I know I can. <br />In wonder I gaze into her knowing eyes, <br />Grinning, she winks at me, <br />And I know I’ll be okay. <br />My soul is intact; my heart is open, <br />And I truly love my dearest friend, <br />The woman who looks back at me in the mirror.<br /><br />Nancy Crossman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woman-in-the-mirror-2/
