Mirror Image

Having stared at the mirror for hours, I realize that there are two sides of me.
One side wants to be free, the other hides behinds shadows and dares to be heard.
I have seen the bluebird of happiness, and have felt the cherry blossoms gentle touch,
yet my mirror image tells me that this is not enough.
Though the person that i see, may be exactly like me, she is without sight, and her face is withdrawn, her skin is pale, and her physical form is decrepit and years of time can be seen,
but what about the real me, with cheeks of rose, and lips so sweet, with the drink of youth at my feet,
I wonder why her eyes tell that of sadness and rage,
why she stays locked in a soul depriving cage.
As I contemplate the numerous explanations and connotations,
I realize that the eyes that I stare into are my own.
My future, my past, the now, and eternal , the lost, the found, the heart, and the pain, yet I struggle with my image, though I dare not to be vein.
The next time you look into the mirror of dimensions, do not forget of your own intentions.
You are who you are and though you may change,
your hopes and your dreams are not in vein.....
and most importantly without reprise,
the mirror image never lies.