Man in the mirror. 2/7/21
Every man has a man in the mirror moment. Today is mine.
Looking into the mirror only to see a shell of who I once was.
Who is this person I am looking at I do not recognize him.
I blame him for everything.
I hate what, who I am looking at don’t even know what to call myself.
My strength doesn’t exist.
Rock bottom was a phase I am beyond that now.
If I could turn back time I would, back to when I recognized myself.
Back to when I was a person.
Back to when I had goals.
Back to when life made sense.
Back to when my questions were few, but my answers were many.
Take me back, mirror take me back.
Mirror you are a piece of glass but at this moment you are looking at my soul.
I am a broken shell of who I once was, but you show me who I really am.
I show you my true self and you do not judge me.
You force me to look at reality.
My scars reminders of moments I have survived.
The age on my face a reminder that I grow older but with age we are supposed to grow wiser.
Mirror you are a speaker of truth because you do not hide the truth.
For years I hated looking at you because I feared the truth.
I feared what I was becoming.
I feared seeing who I was becoming.
I feared the truth, a truth you are not afraid to show me.
In order for me to like what I see, I must change what I want to see.
I am the carpenter of my own reality.
The vision I see can only be improved if I improve.
Mirror I am here look beyond my physical appearance and show me who I really am.
The happiness from the good memories I made are not visible in my appearance.
I felt the hugs from my loved ones but that does not change the visible signs of aging in my face.
Today I look in the mirror and do not recognize who I see, but tomorrow I will see who I want to be.
