When I look in the mirror my heart
stops, I can hear my soul weeping.
I am confused, that is not the image I
expected, certainly not what my brain
anticipated. So many miles I put
between us,
I called, but my subconscious would
change the frequency of the calls with
each passing year. Over a decade and
a half I prevented myself from letting
sand gently tickle my feet, waves relax
my soul, and sea breeze whispers in
my ears. Not able to reflect and re-live
times filled with music, dancing,
learning to love, and learning to enjoy
a colorful culture that despite pitfalls,
obstacles, and oppression, manages to
rise above all and shine, to light up
our path to greatness and show the
sacrifices our ancestors made
so we don’t forget where we come
from and where we have to go.
I look in the mirror once more,
nothing has changed, same image,
now it is staring… I blinked, it is gone.
my dream quickly becomes a
nightmare, the image jumps out of the
mirror and gives chase, I’m not fast
enough.
I am him—He is me, I am cursed!
I am flying, no destination, no horizon,
visibility is very low, I grow tired.
another dream turning nightmare.
same mirror, same image, I ‘m not
running, not scared, never really was.
I turned around to see the image
turning into a beast.
I am no longer him—He is no longer
me. He tries to reach me, tries to talk
to me, he seems to be paralyzed,
frustrated, mute, impotent. I feel sorry
for the beast as he is now powerless,
sad, and alone.
I am flying, I see the horizon, I have a
destination.
I am tired no more… I have a purpose.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 7:05 AM UTC
When I look in the mirror my heart
stops, I can hear my soul weeping.
I am confused, that is not the image I
expected, certainly not what my brain
anticipated. So many miles I put
between us,
I called, but my subconscious would
change the frequency of the calls with
each passing year. Over a decade and
a half I prevented myself from letting
sand gently tickle my feet, waves relax
my soul, and sea breeze whispers in
my ears. Not able to reflect and re-live
times filled with music, dancing,
learning to love, and learning to enjoy
a colorful culture that despite pitfalls,
obstacles, and oppression, manages to
rise above all and shine, to light up
our path to greatness and show the
sacrifices our ancestors made
so we don’t forget where we come
from and where we have to go.
I look in the mirror once more,
nothing has changed, same image,
now it is staring… I blinked, it is gone.
my dream quickly becomes a
nightmare, the image jumps out of the
mirror and gives chase, I’m not fast
enough.
I am him—He is me, I am cursed!
I am flying, no destination, no horizon,
visibility is very low, I grow tired.
another dream turning nightmare.
same mirror, same image, I ‘m not
running, not scared, never really was.
I turned around to see the image
turning into a beast.
I am no longer him—He is no longer
me. He tries to reach me, tries to talk
to me, he seems to be paralyzed,
frustrated, mute, impotent. I feel sorry
for the beast as he is now powerless,
sad, and alone.
I am flying, I see the horizon, I have a
destination.
I am tired no more… I have a purpose.