When hope seems just beyond my reach,
And my dreams dissipate swiftly,
Like dewdrops warmed by the morning sun,
When the only friend around,
Is the one looking back at me in the mirror,
Those are the times when I reach out,
To the only person in the universe
Who knows exactly who I am.
Sometimes I hardly recognize her, and yet
She is a friend like no other.
Courage and strength emanate from her,
With a pure heart, she is loving and kind.
The wisdom of maturity shines in her eyes,
And she is the light that guides my way,
When the road ahead is dark.
I willingly place my trust in her,
Because I know I can.
In wonder I gaze into her knowing eyes,
Grinning, she winks at me,
And I know I’ll be okay.
My soul is intact; my heart is open,
And I truly love my dearest friend,
The woman who looks back at me in the mirror.

Nancy Crossman

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woman-in-the-mirror-2/