Mirror Image

I see her standing there.

The embodiment of everything I dream and wish to be.

The sun and the stars,

the moon and the sky.

She looks just like I imagined.

Beautiful and fair.

Strong and fierce.

There is grace in her determination and 

poise in her gait.

I see her like the mirror image of myself.

A direct inverse of my reality.

She is the beauty to my ugliness,

and the flawless to my flawed.

I see her glowing light in my painful darkness.

I take a step toward her.

Then I take the next.

I keep walking, but never really reaching her.

I've taken a thousand steps and they're running into a million.

I fear that she moves away from me.

But how can she?

When she is stood still in a frame by my bedside.

Her eyes exactly like mine.

Her smile duplicating mine.

Whoever saw her would think that we are one and the same.

And maybe we are. 

For I remember the day I became that image, staring blindly at the camera flash.

The image of perfection I am never to become.