Self Portrait by Nadia Nelson

You look tired.


weary eyebrows scrunched low above

saggy eyes that need a break from

seeing for a while,

hiding behind

your round brown frames.


you’re not smiling,

nor should you.

not frowning, not pouty, not anything

else but tired,

droopy lips masking clenched jaw.


your bright orange hair hangs carelessly

over your slumped shoulders.


Hang on, weary soul!


you would cry if only you had the energy.

you would sleep if you weren’t so tired.


Tomorrow is a new day.

For now, you stare at yourself intently in the mirror,

right in the face.


How did I get like this?

Tirzah Allen