still here

i stand at the mirror
and look
at my wounds, my scars, my
tears
and bumps,
the bruises of life,
of living
this long, of surviving
childhood,
and parents, getting past
another love
gone wrong.
i hold my arms
in the air. i
turn left, then right.
i'm here.
i don't know how,
when so many that I've
loved have passed on,
but i'm still here,
strangely, still here.