In the Mirror

I look in the mirror and I see a body that does not belong to me.

It is drenched and drained with sorrow and suffering you see

I see the imperfections as a normal girl does

But I also see the marks and bruises I did not cause

I vividly see the hands shaped in the color purple,

They cover my arms, as there is the red palm on my face to match

I avoid the mirrors and the dread of seeing my skin

Because now my pain only lasts within

I no longer bare the physical wounds

I only can remember while staring towards the moon

Because at night is when I reflect, safe in the dark as the memories steal my slumber

T’was it was not only their flying limbs swinging to impale me,

But also their desire to control and ‘love’ me

But still, when I look in the mirror, this is what I see,

An object that has been broken and used, turned into a person declaring God’s victory