The Woman I See

By: Ellen Foster

The seasons have changed

Unlike the pain I feel

From the loneliness I grieve.

I feel daddy’s eyes get further

Away with every glimpse,

And my hatred grow with

Every hand that is brought to

My face.

I pray each day for the light

On the other side of the tunnel.

The light that says

Someone has the light

In their heart to

love even the

Ugliest duckling.

Glancing in the mirror,

I see images of the

Woman I am becoming.

I see her.

She is staring back telling

Me that I will survive.

That I will battle the strongest

Of obstacles,

And pull out ahead of the rest.