Am I truly who I see in the mirror,
or am I the image he sees looking back?
Always living in the past I see clearly,
or looking to the future unable to see.
How am I ever to stop and smell the roses,
if I am so lost in the memories.
How can I let go of what I was,
if I never take a look at who I am.
I see images of ghosts in windows as I walk,
sadness hits me hard as I wonder about life.
Maybe I am the ghost walking these streets,
trying to get a grasp on what I am inside.
I have taken for granted what it is about living,
how beautiful things are to my eyes as I cry.
No sorrow enough to erase what I have done,
no grave able to hold me close as I rest.
Reflection hits me as the waters stop flowing,
destined to be I am able to stand.
Taking in all of the hurt I have caused,
only to cry in solitude weeping in my hands.
So much to live for now that I am dead,
feelings of tomorrow halting my yesterday.
I just want to see the mirror of my love,
where I mattered somehow before I understood.
Taking the hand of the lonely now at peace,
reflection beset upon the hearts of the few.
Holding up my head in my shame,
image of who I can be haunting lights.
I stop for a moment to look at right now,
all tears are gone, life is beautiful.
Letting go of what I may have been,
to see this reflection of love in my heart.
In my eyes there is much more to be revealed,
showing the truth of what passion is to me now.
As I walk down to be up in the light,
my mirror reflects my love, my hope, my life.
Johnny Newell
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