#BrokenReflections

I question myself here,
Who’s that shape-shifter in the mirror?
Is it the hope found in Yang?
Or the despair in Yin that still hangs?

The girl with her mother’s eyes?
The lady wishing to grow up in her grandma’s time?
The woman sharing her cousin’s lies?
The lass being her aunt’s partner in crime?

The tortured artist dancing in the paintings,
The lover with a heart, filled with only fleeting flings.
Searching for answers leading to why,
I ask who am I?

I question myself here,
Whose reflection in the mirror will next appear?
These silhouettes my vision...