Snapshot of Me

Camera, camera,
oh, don't lie to me.
You know what I want from you,
you know you hold the key.

Just one snapshot,
that's all I ask.
It doesn't have to be perfect,
but I pray it won't be bad.

I have found,
I have changed over the years.
All those painful truths
suddenly become clear.

Life is the strongest
developer, I've found.
After this photo is burned,
I hope I'll be finally safe and sound.

The picture comes out,
and I see.
That girl in the picture
can't possibly be me.

She's beautiful
and strong.
Loving,
and the look in her eyes says
"I'm never wrong."

A girl who will try not to
step on hearts or toes,
but has a thousand times.
That's the way life goes.

Fracture lines all over,
where she's been cracked,
but never torn.

Stitch lines
all over
where she's been messily re sewn.

The scars are there,
and so is the ink.
I didn't notice until now,
and the scars seem to shrink.

In small writing
all over herself and the snapshot,
are the words of a poet,
many of which she forgot.

Telling of her troubles,
and of the tears.
But also telling of the healing,
and letting out some of that feeling.

This is exactly what I wanted to see.
This girl who is amazing,
and content
is the one in the snapshot.

The snapshot of me.