I’ve stared at him
on my worst days
the man in the mirror
who looks like me
but feels like someone else.
I’ve seen the tired eyes,
the clenched jaw,
the quiet that’s heavier
than any shout.
I’ve seen him break
without making a sound.
There were nights
I swore I’d disappear
if I let go for even a second.
Nights where the dark
sat on my chest
and dared me to breathe.
But I kept breathing.
Even when it hurt.
Even when it felt pointless.
I used to miss the version of me
before the disappointments,
before the betrayals,
before I learned
some people only show up
when the road is smooth.
Now…
I move slower,
but I move with intent.
I talk less,
but I talk with weight.
I’ve lost more than I’ve gained,
but what’s left is real.
The man in the mirror
isn’t perfect
but he’s still here.
Still standing.
And every time I doubt him,
he stares back and says,
“We’re not done yet.”
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 10:37 AM UTC
I’ve stared at him
on my worst days
the man in the mirror
who looks like me
but feels like someone else.
I’ve seen the tired eyes,
the clenched jaw,
the quiet that’s heavier
than any shout.
I’ve seen him break
without making a sound.
There were nights
I swore I’d disappear
if I let go for even a second.
Nights where the dark
sat on my chest
and dared me to breathe.
But I kept breathing.
Even when it hurt.
Even when it felt pointless.
I used to miss the version of me
before the disappointments,
before the betrayals,
before I learned
some people only show up
when the road is smooth.
Now…
I move slower,
but I move with intent.
I talk less,
but I talk with weight.
I’ve lost more than I’ve gained,
but what’s left is real.
The man in the mirror
isn’t perfect
but he’s still here.
Still standing.
And every time I doubt him,
he stares back and says,
“We’re not done yet.”