Poetry Thursday - a poetry snapshot

She sees herself
Awkward and long-limbed
Marred and scarred and scared

I see her
A cauldron of creation
Emeralds and rubies and hope

She sees herself
Always running late
Always being an imaginary curve

I see her
Laughing with the same sound
That I will always remember

She sees herself
Cloudy through a mirror
Of seventeen-year-old glass

I see her
Wrapped in memories
A present robed for the future

She sees herself.
I see her.