.

 who is this stranger 

looking back at me 

with such kindness

who is the woman 

i've become 

and why isn't she scared 

of all the monsters 

under our bed? 

where this light come from? 

is this the end of the tunel? 

is this the gentle hold i've been

waiting 

and waiting 

is she my savior? 

am i? 

are we? 

who am i 

i am she

the stranger 

with kind words 

and flashlight eyes 

staring at myself with more kindness

than ever

never alone 

always in my own companion

and that's all i need