Often, I’ve wondered, as I stand in the mirror
Is the man staring back at me standing in fear?
He looks a little wasted, he looks a little tired
Is his brain running empty, and all his neurons fired?
What is the truth? What’s reality?
When I look at the man looking back at me….
I turn to walk away and glance over my shoulder,
He’s glancing back at me,
He looks a little older…
I wonder if he’s real, or my projected sadness
Light reflected magic? or dark refracted madness?
I tried a different mirror today
With same damn results
My stomach did flip flops, his did somersaults…
I tried to sing to him
To cheer him up a bit
But the lyrics were depressing
And I bit my lower lip
He also bit his lip as he shook his head in silence
I blinked once or twice and considered self violence….
As I walked away again
I looked over my shoulder
He glanced back at me
And he looked even older….
But something else appeared as I looked in the mirror
Something else reflected, so far away, but yet so near….
It looked like a headlight in the mirror’s right side
Coming on fast and about to collide…..
We both were watching it, and it seemed so bright
Then it dawned on me
As I saw the morning light:
“DEFOCUS FROM SELF TO FIND THE SOUL’S DELIGHT,
REFOCUS ON OTHERS TO MAKE YOUR WORLD RIGHT”
Now I look at different things reflected in my mirror….
and now detect the good in life…..I’ve put away the fear.
And now very often when I spy the “mirrored me”, I catch a look of self respect….
Cause now……I REALLY SEE
This poem is for all of us who have found our way out of the dark forest of depression to the sunlit mountains and high elevation freedom…