A handprint blurs my face
One, two, three, four, five fingers
Weeping condensation
Shower heat departing the station
Bleeding its farewell
Smudges cover my eyes
One, two pupils
Getting rid of shame
Insecurities desperate to remain
Fading from who I really am
I finally meet my gaze
A single smile
Waiting to be returned
Formed by pride long earned
Grinning at all I’ve become
In my reflection
I do not look back
I look beyond
To what is
More than enough
And all mine
