I walk by the mirror
Day after day unchanged
With a warm glow of childhood
And a silvery glimmer of the future

I walk by the mirror
A scratch here and there
But never seen from an outsider

I run past the mirror
And to my surprise
The mirror is different
The warm glow has ignited into a flame
And the silvery shine is no longer so distant
When I knew what to expect
I was missing the magic
Of change

I slowly tiptoe past the mirror
Admiring it for its timeless qualities
And never again
Running and losing the magic
Of change

I’m sorry I was mad at you
Mid afternoon one day
Six years ago feels far away
But still I don’t feel okay
You gave the news of desperation
I cried and screamed at you
You didn’t deserve my ignorance
It never was your fault
I should have hugged you with all my might
Giving you the care you deserved
Instead I was selfish and shut you out
You deserved so much more that day
Six years ago in mid-afternoon

The words that lie
The actions that cheat
The emotions that hurt
Increasing tension, decreased love
Hope that can barely hold on
How long will it last
Before the world snaps
From all of its wrong

I wonder
In the darks of the night
In the blindness of the light
Is it me that crosses your mind?

I wonder
When there is no care in the world
When there is everything to fear
Who will be the one to save you?

I wish
If one day
When faced with doing the unthinkable
Before you make your choice
You think of me
And you will make the choice
That lies in your heart rather your head.

My Mind
A loss for words
My eyes
Can hear no more
My ears
Cannot look anymore
My Voice
Runs and runs with confusion
The impossible now possible
The possible now probable
The probable now realist
And the realistic
Is a dream come true.

Breaking.
Forming.
Never.
Hearts.
Scars.
Again.

A gentile plant
A seed to start
Water and care
A sprout peeks out
Too much water
Drowns the plant
Winds may blow
And owners negligent
But the flower will rise on
Through the thorns and weeds
Of its past.

A teardrop
Lingers
On the edge
About to fall
Clinging on
-
A tear that falls
Will never be forgotten