Reflection

It's been 10 years since I last set pen to paper. 10 years of reflection, 10 years of change. 10 years since the last time I truly felt I understood who I am.
Who is this face that stares back at me in the mirror?
A warrior.
A survivor.
A mother.
An artist.
A metaphor.
What once was a life I was so sure of, now sits in a state of limbo.
Frozen in time, a pause.
The questioning fills my soul, debating each moment longer than the last.
Who I am, who I was.. no longer.
I am here. Unaware of those long forgotten, yet eternally changed by the encounters of many.
I am who I am because of pieces of you.