Reflections of the Looking Glass

Morning wake to the ticking wall,

that meets my eyes at every dawn, 

although everyday 

swiftly breezes by, time

seems to slow down to a halt,

as if a tall mirror 

stands in your way, you
cannot move forward,

but merely look back at yourself,

at what you’ve become, 

how much you’ve changed,

those bright, eager eyes 

have lost their glow

your once smiling face

now seems bereft of a soul,

those new clothes 

you bought a year ago,

with all the fancy designs and shades of colors,

look bland and merely weigh down your bones,

slowly that mirror

drains your confidence away,

you cannot help but avert your eyes,

even your room to you

is not a pleasant sight, 

white desk, white bed, white shoes,

you grow sick 

of seeing so much white,

as you lie down 

in your bed at night,

you try to cover up that whiteness 

with colorful memories,

strolling along the moss green mountain sides,

eating scallops on a water-battered wharf,

meandering about the urban streets,

and as you contemplate your past,

you cannot stop smiling.