Mirror Image
Reflection of one's inner imagination
Who is this person in the mirror, it's not me, it couldn't possibly be! They are older, shorter and wear wrinkles where youth used to be.
Their fashion is modern yet dated, their eyes still bright with hope yet jaded with trepidation
Is this person a leader, a follower or a team player. A joyful independent or a burden on their conscious.
A father, mother or grandparent maybe all three. A friend or foe, a humanitarian or warlord dictator seeking their next conquest
The mirror image is all the things we fear or hope to see. We can be anything we want to be,
who is this person standing in front of me?
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Comments (2)
Love this poem Very well written
Certainly very profound and thought provoking. I loved it!