The Mirror

This just rolled out of my noggin', depth in a few paragraphs, different for all of us, absured in its profundity or maybe profound in it's absurdity, you decide😉

The Mirror

I look upon my image

as its looking back at me

in some ways I’m its prisoner

in other ways, I’m free

For what I see is not the man

existing in this plane

the mirrored me’s a concept

invented by my brain

Subjective in my nature

I see what I have felt

belief has played a major part

and cast this mirrored spell

he stares hard right back at me

this mirror man I see

a construct of my memories

and what I’d hoped to be?

My mirror self knows only past

he’s forged from pain and pleasure

built whole from patchwork cloth, he is

a man who’s learned from errors

and self-corrected, over and over

until a new man formed

this one more whole and self-controlled

better, just a little worn

I look upon my image

this man who looks to me

this flesh and bone construction

mocking what he sees

I am the product of his life

I am the work in progress

we two are one, inseparable

a whole formed from the chaos

The point of our existence

in our short time here

is growth, evolving, learning, truth

and overcoming fear

G