the mirror reflects
a face i don’t recognize
who is that person?
On being human…
the mirror reflects
a face i don’t recognize
who is that person?
cruel reality
for the soul remains ageless
whilst the body fails
they call them laugh lines
but i’m not laughing about
the lines i see now
treading dark waters
legs tire of the work it takes
to keep my head up
if i could, i would
hold your heart in my hands, and
take the pain away
sometimes a breakthrough
happens, unexpectedly
be present and see