I looked sternly at my mirrored image
And hung my head and turned away
I didn't recognize the frozen stare before me
I just couldn't meet his gaze.
There was years of weathered wrinkles
Coursing from his crooked brow
There was parching skin where hair once grew
Looked like a barren wasteland now.
I saw the hidden torment in his eyes
Decades of pain written in his phoney smile
And the darkened bags beneath his eyes
From trudging through life's weary miles.
One thing my image cant strip from me
Is my fragile heart inside
Through the battles, heartbreaks and countless losses
Its still my sanctuary where I hide.
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2016