These Mirrors

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I can’t stand to look at this person that stands before me…

This mirror shows a reflection of deformed figure

So many times have I looked in this smudged mirror...

Afraid to wipe clean my passed
Oh how I used to stand tiptoed to see my face
Overwhelmed with joy when I saw the crown of my head
But now it is a distant memory that has faded 

Just one glance puts me in so much pain

Instead of a reflection of myself I see this man

A angry man who cares for no one

Over and over do I hear his voice in my head

I find myself becoming more and more like him

This mirror is a constant reminder of my past

To reminisce on happy days

To remember a time I saw a happy soul in the mirror is vaguely imprinted in my memory

If I can only find the strength to look at who I am now

To look at my true self

I’m so tired of living in this content reminder of my passed…

Oh God help me face myself!

To wipe clean my regrets!

Lord show me my true reflection……