Mirror

Progress doesn’t always show 

Because were too close.

We’re the last ones to see the belly gone

Or the anger dealt with

Or a child’s gaze, in the 

back of our minds 

A little less on fire. 

I wish I didn’t have to ask.

I wish you were a mirror

For the good and the bad

But all I hear

Is wanting for more. 

And maybe that’s what you need. 

And that’s okay

That’s incredible

But stop hurting me to get it. 

I see progress in me.

I see the beginning of who I want to be.

Please don’t stifle that.