169 or For My Friend

Saw her face in the mirror
After the shower
After the bath
On her own
Said nature calms her
Said she was spilled paint
No application
Just needed to be cleaned up
She left beautiful marks
Said she was hanging on
That’s better than nothing
Said she was a dark sky
It’s not always that way
She said she took pills
for her analyst
her therapist
Said she was invisible to this life
She’s beautiful
Not her looks
What what she does
What she strives to make happen