Bending over the sink
I can feel the throbbing of my pulse in my ears.
The fear of what I'll see when I look in the mirror
keeps me rinsing for a few extra minutes
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Hey, What colour are you now Mary? You'll have to send me another photo so I can see the true you. Great write, so well executed and a great read too. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Mary, this is absolutely, completely stunning, in insight and in execution. Food for thought, as well, for sure. Thank you. t x
Feel no shame anyway. We often hide our real self cause we're vulnerable but that's ok too. Very revealing thoughts Mary.
W(ow) ! Painfully sad poem. I like it, but it is sad. I love black hair myself, if that is any consolation. Be yourself I always say!