In the mirror did I see

An image of me,

Doing everything I did,

Helping cover up what I hid,

Concealing

The fact that I had no feeling,

Was living a lie,

Couldn’t look myself in the eye,

And played the blame game,

Consumed with guilt and shame,

Fearing anyone who looked inside

Would see the ugly truth I tried to hide.

In the mirror I saw an optical illusion,

Merely a reflection,

Though bona fide,

Of what I was on the outside.

But it only belied

What did abide

In the deepest hole

Of my endlessly tormented soul,

Reminding me how teary eyed

I desperately tried

To hasten the arrival of a day

When the pain would finally go away.

Now in the mirror

The image is clearer.

No longer surreal,

It does reveal

A special place

Within that inner space,

Where it never rains

And peace forever reigns,

 And sparkling eyes

That hypnotize,

Through which I see a world of beauty