The Stranger in the Mirror
Poem by Iris Carden
I don't know this woman's face. but she's in my mirror again the swelling, rashes and scars tell the story of her long-term pain. These hands that are stiff with joints that won't bend, are clumsy and swollen as they grasp at the pen. Hips and knees that won't work, a gut that's disturbed, a brain always fuzzy, and clumsy with words. This woman's a stranger, someone unfamiliar, But lupus has made her the one in my mirror. Even now I still look for the face I once knew. before all this disease has put me through.