Postcard 6

None of us were as fabulous
As the people who viewed us
Through the prism of their own
Insecurities thought we were
None of us were as awful
As the people we beheld
When we looked in the mirror
Through imperfect filters of our own
But we were all cruel
Inadvertently and on purpose
Ignoring the wounds we opened
Unaware of the pain that belonged
To people who were not ourselves
But we also were something else
Creating islands of safety in the
Midst of all that angst
Oases of solace that we didn't
Recognize at the time
We thought we were so
Fragile and so strong
We were wrong. But
Here we are now.
                                Here we are now.