In My Reflection

I see a reflection of the person I am.
At times not recognizing myself,
wondering where I went,
until I look into my eyes,
then, in my reflection,
only then,
do I see the person I am.

Then, only then,
can I look past the external being,
look within, looking deep,
reflecting inward,
to where I am,
to where I truly exist.

The tears,
the sorrow,
the joy,
the laughter,
the dreams.
All mixed together,
all living right there,
reflected back at me.

I am exactly who I was meant to be,
I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
I am a reflection of my experience,
all of life lessons,
housed within,
staring,
always staring,
right back at me.

What comes next?
I do not know.
I can’t predict the future,
nor do I want to.
I can only experience,
experience what is to come,
what happens in this moment.

Looking at my reflection
I embrace it all,
the past which built me,
the now, with all its’ struggles,
the unknown pieces of the future.

Yes, I see it,
I embrace it,
mould it,
shape it,
change it where I need to,
where I want,
so I can become stronger,
be better,
be braver.

I see it all,
possibilities,
loss,
love unrealized,
hopeful,
of better days to come,
brighter horizons,
for a better world.

I have a role,
I play a part,
I can make a difference,
I see it,
I see it all,
in the reflection,
in my reflection,
staring back at me.

© Leslie C Dobson

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