My Mother, My Self

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I look in the mirror

I see her shadow

In my quietest moments

I hear her whisper

And her screams

Her laughter

And her tears

As she breathes on my neck

I look over my shoulder

Nothing is there

And every moment is there

To return to

Pick up

Turn over in my hands

To hold close to my heart

Or shatter on the ground

She is . . .

An enigma

A heroine

A nemesis

The darkness

And the light

The intimate stranger

She is . . .

Me

Multiple Me

My Heart is where I find You

Alone