I was planning on writing poetry down the road again, but today I had an idea, and couldn't get it out of my head, so without further adu, my first poem in many, many years!!
Reflection
Some put on their makeup.
Others do their hair.
Not me.
I stare.
Stare at the man in the mirror looking back at me.
Looking back at the boy I was.
The man I have become.
See the physical scars.
And reflect on the deeper, inner, scars that incur from growth.
The wrinkles in the face.
The thinning and fading hair.
I just stare.
Some put on their makeup.
Others do their hair.
Not me.
I stare.
Stare at the man in the mirror looking back at me.
Mirrors don't lie.
That's why many do not like them.
They show you the truth of yourself, but only if you look.
Looking at that man reflected back I feel many urges.
High five.
Hug.
Punch.
Turn and walk away.
But instead I just stare.
Some put on their makeup.
Others do their hair.
Not me.
I stare.
Stare at the man in the mirror looking back at me.
I see many things in the mirror that others do not see.
I see the past always trying to haunt me.
Replaying hurtful memories.
Fueling anger, and not forgiveness.
I see the present happiness.
The present is always in battle with the past.
Present always wins.
Some put on their makeup.
Others do their hair.
Not me.
I stare.
Stare at the man in the mirror looking back at me.
While staring my mind wanders.
Wanders far away to the future.
The future where I become the man I'm destined to be.
The one I have decided on.
Happy.
Muscular.
Lean.
Successful.
Only love no more hate.
No more anger.
No more fear.
I stare and I feel this feeling in my heart.
Look myself in the eyes.
And make a promise.
This is your future.
This is your destiny.
This is who you will become.
Some put on their makeup.
Others do their hair.
Not me.
I stare.
Stare at the man in the mirror looking back at me.
And smile because I like who I have become.
And am looking forward to who I will be.



















