Today I saw an old friend
from my past.
She barely stopped,
she was moving so fast.
Hurrying and shushing
and looking quite flushed.
The frazzled kind,
not contoured with blush.
I had to double take
her brows in a frown.
Her clothes mis-matched,
her hair in a crown.
She carried herself differently
tired and raw.
A beauty that shined
more visibly than before.
She swayed side to side
a baby on her hip
as she stared in the distance
chewing her lip.
I decided to approach
and reconnect with this girl.
To remind her that she
was conquering the world.
She told me her life
had completely changed.
That the pieces of her
had been rearranged.
Pieces left for months
on the floor
so it took her a while
to feel whole once more.
Then she said, “I get it now,
this is who I’m meant to be”,
and I actually believed her
as she stared back at me.
She was tired yet knowing.
A world of content.
In a place so new,
for where she was meant.
I took a deep breath
as I left our embrace,
from the girl in the mirror,
with a smile on my face.
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