This is Me

[mlund]

Every strand of her hair was out of place
and she stepped on every crack.
Her curves were in the wrong places
and her voice came out in rasps.
She avoided every surface
made of glass, and people too.
Anything that reflected
what she thought she really knew.
But one day as she stood
on the edge of a river, calm
Her eyes flowed like streams
and her hands shook like palms
As she suddenly caught a glimpse
of what she never dared to see;
A beautiful shard of chaos
and said, "This is Me".