What I See

I see her standing there

Gold hair dripping down her back

Over her shoulders

Her hand gripping the wall

The other unmoving by her side

Legs more bent than is natural

Feet that refuse to touch the floor all the way

Her face is expressive

Her smile lives on

Her eyes hold secrets

The walls built up over time

Her ears have heard things

No one should ever hear

The insults, doubts, mountains to climb

I’m not the first to stare

The first to wonder

People don’t usually ask

But their silence is the insult

No one could ever really know

And then my reflection blinked