D wrote to me about feeling vulnerable and thinking a lot about self-image and wondering how other’s see her. She wanted a poem that would make her a little bit more whole. She asked me to use the words, “tracking” and “sunset.”

For: D

I wish you
tiger’s eye at sunset,
sea salt and lemon pools
The warm knowledge
that mirrors are thieves,
and try to steal your image for themselves
Have you heard it con you
into thinking it’s worth less
Tracking only by the trail 
of glitter you leave behind
Confetti and ticker tape fall,
creating a mosaic of reasons 
why you have nothing to prove 
I wish you a cup that overflows
The simple acceptance 
that you are evergreen,
wily and artful as spring,
so dangerously inspiring,
ink is bled in your honor

From: Maya