Girl, Half Dressed

Girl, Half Dressed

By Eleanor Riddick

I am a girl 

In front of a mirror 

Legs bare, knees knobbly 

Woman-shaped glass 

Half full, unsure, afraid 

Transparent and breakable 

A pale face stares into the mirror 

Spots on the forehead, bags under

eyes Tired, never enough 

Growing into a foreign skin 

Who will I be? 

Who am I, this girl, 

Half-dressed, 

Woman half-formed?