I squint at the reflection peering back at me,
Wondering how to interpret it.
Today, I decide to try reading it, like a map.
I start at north, my forehead,
It’s dusted with freckles,
freckles placed there by years of fun 
in the pool, at the beach, in the sea.
My eyes shift downward 
to a pair of eyes,
eyes that hold all my bearings,
eyes that have seen hurt, 
yet are shaped by joy.
Then my glare is met by my nose,
not perfect,
but again dotted with freckles,
freckles it became acquainted with 
after days of playing by the pond.
I look at the contours and curves of my face,
they all have their place,
yet they all embrace each other to form,
The Map of My Life.