What I Have Learned

The glass is cool
to the touch
as my icy  fingertips
whisper along the
window pane…
I see my reflection
in the glass
and trace 
the contours of my face.
I wonder about
this woman I have become…
this girl who stands
alone in front
of her demons
and slays them
with her confidence…
who looks her fear
in the eyes, 
and flinches,
yet does not run away.
I sigh and focus
on the cold winter
scene beyond my
reflection
and wonder 
if I will ever 
stop learning…
A smile touches my
face as I realize
that I truly hope not…