Mirrors  
Trees
remind me of what I wish I were more like-
a deep rooted, far reaching provider.
Clouds
reflect what’s in my head.
Winds
brush over my skin
like I wish hurtful remarks would.
Pain
looks out your eyes
as mine is settled in my bones.
Slick shiny clear windless waters
let me see what is beneath
the surface
while reflecting
me back to me.
My mirror
images
everything
about my looks
I don’t like.