The Man In The Mirror
For so long....looking into the mirror
I saw only a reflection of an image,
A stranger looking back at me.
When looking into my eyes,
I saw only emptiness, a void.
Beneath those eyes were abounding fears,
Fears of pain,
Fears of sorrow,
Feelings of no hope.
How could i not know this face before me,
As i stood looking at the man in the mirror?
Where was the person i once used to be,
Why couldn't i see?
Turning again glancing at the mirror,
I saw my life,
One that had gone out,
Like a candle being extinguished.
All my pride,
All was gone.
What reflected back from the mirror,
Was a stranger looking back at me.
Standing there feeling so alone,
Lost and confused,
The fear set in, where was this person
I called Me?
Walking away from that image,
Never wanting to look again,
My life continued on.
Over time i found myself looking
In that mirror again.
Yet this time when i looked,
What reflected back to me
Was a face, my face.
My eyes now filled with hope,
A burning love,
A pride of being me,
A passion for living.
No longer a darkness did i see,
For out of my eyes a light was shining
A Reflection Of Me!
For you see,
I was no longer a stranger
Yet still there is a deep pain within,
That pain has taken on
A new meaning in my life.
Through the tears, and
Countless hours of feeling alone,
Those hours i screamed out loud but no one heard,
Slowly through that pain and confusion
Emerged the real Me.
It took all those disappointments and agony
To make me stop,
And look at the real me.
No longer am i just an image in the mirror,
I am a reflection of my life,
That burning passion,
That endless love.
I now see the real image,
A Reflection of Me!
© Lonewolf 71
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