You know the morning routine.
You run around your bedroom, bouncing back and forth between your closet drawers and your self-made study station. I'm usually hopping on one leg, throwing on my boots and scarf, while grabbing my book bag, bulging with schoolbooks. I turn to go, but catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
Oh, there I am. And I wonder as I stare back at that frazzled, hazel-eyed girl,
Who are you? Perhaps, just maybe one day I will have the answer.
@ 2012 by Rachel Lowry. All Rights Reserved {photo source unknown}
i love it!! what if that day has come already? but who you are is that one who wonders who they are???
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