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 thos eyes were many fears,
fears of pain,
fears of sorrow,
fears of hoplessness.
How could I not know this face before me,
as I stood looking the mirror?
Where was this person that I used to be,
why couldn’t I see?
Turning again looking into the mirror,
I saw my life, one that had gone out,
like a candle beig extinguished.
All my pride,
all was gone.
What reflected back from that 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 eyes filled with hope, a burning love,
a prid 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 there still is that pain deep 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 and no one heard
through the pain and cofusion,
emerge the real me.
It took all those disappointments and life’s hurts to make me see,
I belong here.
No longer am I just an image in a mirrorI am a reflection of my real self.
that burning passion,
that endless love.
The good and the bad, it’s allwhat makes me….