from Chicken Soup for the Unsinkable Soul
MIRROR, MIRROR ON THE WALL
By: Karen Klosterman
When I look into the mirror, I see a survivor.
I don’t think of anything but living.
Well, that’s not true because the farther I get from cancer, the more hopes and dreams I let creep in.
When I looked into the mirror during my illness, I wasn’t that bald person staring down at me.
I didn’t recognize myself.
My body had let me down, but I didn’t want my soul to escape.
People responded to the way I looked.
I hated the pity I saw in their eyes as much as the fear.
The body is back to its original state, but the soul has taken on the wonderful layers of a survivor.
Now I celebrate
Stubbled legs with razor burn
Blended flavors of peanut butter and chocolate
Sweet lemonade through a straw
Greasy hamburgers with bacon
Shouting and arguing
Pulsating music and barking dogs
The hoping that goes with having a future
I celebrate life.
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