Space Between

The space between

me and the mirror

holds assumptions,

questions, a palette 

of colors that promise

they can paint away

my imperfections. 

In the vanity of brushes

time sings of a much

younger me, but the 

mirror is patient 

as it waits for my

eyes to look into

its silver frame of reality.

In the rawness of morning

when I look into the mirror

I see my dad, my mother’s

bluntness, my daughter 

who now travels across the moon.

I am growing more gracious

with the woman in the mirror.

I will never grow younger,

but I can grow bolder.

There’s no expiration date

on a dream or a day there

isn’t something to learn.

Mirror, I don’t seek you as

often as I once did…I now

spend my time trying to 

be a person who reflects

the spirit of the best in me. 

©Susie Clevenger 2025

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