Reflection.

The mirror. 

Illuminating my flaws,

My imperfections,

Me.

Am I good enough?

I ask myself

A thousand times

Before realizing that,

Rumination. 

I touch the pores on my 

Face.

Muted colors—

Blemishes.

Lines.

Aligning with my, 

Soul.

I trust myself, 

Who else could be

More

Critical?

Keep going.

Pause.

Move on.