Beautiful Woman

Sometimes the mirror shows me a beautiful woman
She gazes back at me with her challenging seductive stare
Soft curvy hips
Small pink nipples
I smell her wave of lime lavender scent
Caramel colored hair down to the small of her back
And delicate pale feet
She hasn't a care in the world, that woman in the mirror
But thats just it
The mirror is her home, a safe pretty world that cages her up
Shielding her empty doe eyes from the horror of the Labyrinth
The one with the dodgy tearful eyes
Dry trembling fingers
And scarred imperfect body is the woman who has faced it all
Although her smile is not as bright
And her shoulders don't stand as tall
She is the woman withstanding the fear and uncertainty of the Labyrinth